The Doggone Dog Contest
The Hair of the Dog
You can drink til your dead as a log
And get up with your head in a fog
tomato juice cocktail
two jiggers ginger ale
and a taste of the hair of the dog
She calls you, you’re jumpy as a frog
you act cool, your head still in a grog
she says just come on by
You can unzip your fly
for a taste of the hair of the dog
In three days you feel she needs a flog
To the doctor, you go, brain agog
Three shots you need to get
Ere you can even wet
Without cussing the hair of the dog
© Aug 28 2010 For Andrea’s “Doggone Dog” Contest
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