Dog Up the Sleeve
The spare bedroom is full of
Waste cack
The duck hunter, the pudel
A bouquet of sullage
He evacuated his bowels
Outside the bookies
His body aligned along
The north-south axis
He looked up at me
We were both on edge
I didn't know the procedure
Standing there like a yo-yo
The warbrode smells of wazz
Or was it wizz?
The vet didn't know what he was
But declared he wasn't a kangaroo
(A standard male dog is commonly
Known as a dog)
This is man's best friend
Copyright © Christopher Allen | Year Posted 2021
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