Pooch - and Other Quick Jottings

I said, do you fancy a drink, Tom? He said where the hell is that stink from? My dog cocked his leg We smelt rotten egg Because he had eaten my stink bomb * My cat swallowed my whoopy cushion He can’t get it out but keeps pushin’ But each time he squeezes He makes noisy breezes My mum holds her nose and keeps shushin’ * They stroll the prom in their best finery Some stop for alfresco China tea Silly, not brave With one big wave... They look like they’ve come from a winery * She gracefully ambled the prom I’m sure somewhere posh she was from She patted my dog Who ‘issued a log’ She left with a lot less aplomb