Priscilla Gets Her Way With Love
Priscilla Gets Her Way With Love
By Elton Camp
Prissy’s ears extend well below her chin
And to a bi tch she is the very next of kin
And she has long whiskers on her face
Once-a-month bath she finds no disgrace
Her hair is very short even atop her head
And kind words she never once has said
By giving love to others, she gets her way
There’s no need for her to have much to say
For marriage, Prissy has not the least desire
She belongs to whoever becomes her buyer
She has never learned how to read or write
And in the fine arts, she takes no delight
But her big eyes will melt even the hard heart
So that from her they will not want to depart
You may not think Priscilla is very regal
But she is just fine since she’s a Beagle
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