I’VE GOT A DOG
I’ve got a dog, I call him Bud
he loves to wallow in the mud
and as does he grunts and snorts
his body’s round, his legs are short
he shuns the lead, he’s very shy
he sleeps each night inside a sty
he never answers when I call
Perhaps he's not a dog at all.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Is he friends with Fido?!
One of our cats thinks he is a dog, I reckon. He chews newspapers, and bites pens and pencils as if they are dog bones! lol.
Berley Seasons Greetings to you! Are there enough sylla-berles for 2022?
I know many like this a fantastic read as ever my friend
We too have a dog
my the name of Bart
he's often accused
of that anonymous fart.
but you can tell
when he's really let one drop
from the accompanying odour
of something in rot
That's my kind of dog, you get to take him out and about, and when he's done, he leaves you in no doubt.
Good fun words Michael.
Andy
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