Fettle's the Dog

FETTLE'S THE DOG So of poor dear old Maureen there was not much left 2 legs, a butt and the cherry on the icing her breasts Rack of ribs and what may you ask came of her arms Given to the dog; who was look out in case, of alarm Who was all fingers and thumbs, before he was done Maureen’s last one finger salute; we thought was fun Whose request for a doggy bag had come to no avail As all that was left of her arms; was chucked in a pail To be grounded down as fertilizer for the flower beds Yes; we made the most of Maureen; it had to be said So here’s to Maureen McGreavy poetess extraordinaire Whose body parts for 8 strangers and a dog did share Whom with all good intentions will and, cannot be forgot As her fertilizer is so helping the weed grow in their pots “Fettle's” who was up to now the unseen guard dog from the poem “The day we had Maureen to dine” . . . Disclaimer: I wish to point out that the real Maureen McGreavy was not used in the making of this poem and is still very much alive and kicking . . . ; ) Indiana Shaw . . . ; )