The Wise Old Dog
THE WISE OLD DOG
The family Sunday dinner it was spent
In all six family members were present
The dog; ends its begging at the table
A favourite for tip bits was Aunt Mable
But; dinner's over, it's time to scarper
To get away from Uncle Bert the farter
Who would blame it on dog so unfairly
A dog that never farts, if so, it's rarely
Looks at Uncle Bert as knew the score
Has now sneaked out of the back door
Indiana Shaw . . . ; )
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2021
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