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My Dog Scrap

My dog is named Scrap
He drank beer on tap
Slurped, burped, fell over and napped
No fault of my own but I took the rap. 

The bar tab was forty bucks plus a tip
Appetizing jerky tips, and some peach liquors to sip
I had no money, my pocket had a rip
For a way out, I tried to make the slip.

Got caught in the act, was taken to court
Judge remarked ‘you’ll pay for the tort’,   
Bail was set, but I had no support
I asked for leniency as a last resort.

The judge replied ‘you let your dog sit at the bar’
“Don’t’ you think that’s a little bizarre?”
“He downed  a Chianti pint and a dish of caviar”
 “Now you want me to let you go, I’m sorry, no cigar!”

 I spent the long night in the cold and dreary cell,
 Not able to have my dog with me, this was hell
I imagined him to be lapping up a bottle of Zinfandel
I pity him to feel that this is a farewell. 

The charges were being dropped
The bar tender bonded with my dog that flopped
In lieu of fees, Scrap was hired as a swap
He greeted patrons with a lick when they stopped.

He became a welcoming figure by the mat
They would shake his paw and give him a pat
He howled when someone has drank too much
He’s been there, done that as such.

   

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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