The Doggone Dog Contest
Hair Of The Dog...
I woke up this morning with the brown bag flu,
And I’m sick as a dog from too many brews;
But you know what they say “Hair of the Dog”,
I poured me a beer, to rid my mind of this fog;
My stomach is churning but I soldier on,
Praying soon that this headache is gone;
It seems to me I only made it worse,
Someone please call me a nurse;
Hair of the dog sure did me in,
And I swear I’m never drinking again.
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