Arrange your mange...you lowly cur's
Lick your butt's
Clean your rear's
Give your sack another sweep
She may be coming down the street
You know the one..scent carries far
All groomed ...and well presented
Fresh out of the doggie day care
Nose up high..
And you were..where?
Barely cleaned your muddy paws
Guilty eyes betray
Casted glance.. from she to thee
Cringe you...in dismay
So what!!
Off the way..you human power
You're gonna make that poodle hollar
Collar..leash...means naught a thing
You're gonna make that mongrel sing
Arroooo
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Author:
James Perrin (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: January 28th, 2025 05:32
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 17
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