Poor Scrag
Poor Scrag!
My name is Scrag, I'm a homeless dog.
Smelly and dirty living in Old Briar's Bog.
I walk the streets during the day.
It hurts me when I hear people say.
Why that smelly dirty dog called Scrag
should be put down and put in a bag.
Then others say, he needs a good bath
and a home to take him in.
Someone who'll feed him,
love and take care of him.
Why old Scrag is harmless
I've never heard him growl.
But people stop and stare at him
and complain his odours foul.
Tony the local butcher took pity
and threw Scrag a bone.
He took him in and bathed him
and gave poor Scrag a home.
So Scrag goes no more
to Briars Bog.
Because Scrag is now
the butchers dog.
Well groomed and fed
and looks pristine.
I hear people say,
"Is that old Scrag?"
Some say,
"Why no! He's much too clean.
Copyright © Patricia Lawton | Year Posted 2017
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