He’s not a happy Labrador.
Or a sweet and cuddly Beagle.
A Chihuahua in a purse.
Or a Pug with cute, soft wrinkles.
No, not a Doberman Pinscher,
Or a noble Great Dane.
Or a cute little Jack Russell,
No, he’s not one of them.
He isn’t very well-mannered.
Nor, a person you could tame.
To behave himself in public.
And, not garner such a name.
This person I’m talking about,
Maybe so, familiar to most.
Loses all control of himself,
And embarrasses the host.
He’ll pass out on the couch.
Lose his cookies in the trash.
Next day forget it all.
In his mind, had such a blast.
Yes, a hammered horse’s ass,
Hope, in your company not found.
No manners or consideration,
This two-legged Booze Hound.