What To Do If a Dog Bites
I was running from the man
Or the cops if you please
I hopped over a fence
Landed funny, scraped my knee
Looked around and saw a shack
Hoped for comfort and ease
Like a hooker in church
Sweating on her knees
Peered into that shack
What a shock and surprise
Head like Mount Rushmore
We were lookin eye to eye
Started running for my life
Jesse Owens be proud
Dog snapping on my leg
Not a bark ,not a sound
Almost made it to the fence
With his teeth on my ass
Like a student in school
Was hoping for a pass
Had my back to the fence
Was looking for a stick
That dog drew first blood
Stream of red like Moby Dick
The end of the story
Had been lookin for fun
Searching for my phone
Called K911
Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2012
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