Happy National Dog Day, PS!
Beagle, boxer, poodle, pug,
Airedale, cocker spaniel, terrier,
Shiatsu, pom, or something furrier,
Pedigreed or cur-ish mug,
Dogs make our lives ever so much merrier.
We pick up after, poof, and pamper them,
But, never like our kids,
Do we with the Ten Commandments try to hamper them.
Consider how they often make us break with number Seven,
And other blasphemies they might incur if there were Eleven.
But for all their sins they make amends
With apologetic eyes, and ingratiating grins.
We try holding out, but in the end,
A sloppy kiss, first us then them,
A wag, a hug, and we're best friends again.
So many words to form a sentence,
Webster knew it, why not you?
Yet, many choose to form a sentence
with words or phrases that just won’t do.
Harsh are those words, poor substitutes
for words that should be used in song.
Yet, they still choose to use them freely
though, we all know they don’t belong.
Why were these words ever invented?
Who truly knows what they are for?
All of the curses should be abolished.
Poor uses for them, what is the cure?
Why not substitute your own for them,
like fudge or poop or even shiatsu?
If you were to successfully do this
it would make…a better you!
So, if you ever feel you have to
succumb to pressure, calmness goes south.
You never know who may be listening
so you better, just watch your mouth!