Save the Dog
I once had a dog
I made it live with my hog
He always stunk really bad
What happened to him was pretty sad
I got sick of the little ***!
The smell of him was making me gag
So i tied him to a pole
Hurting him was my number one rule!
I pulled out my gun
I thought heck, this'll be pretty fun
Then without hesitation i shot that punk
I was so traumatized i became a monk...
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