The heat is on

boot

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

  • Author: James Perrin (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 28th, 2025 05:32
  • Category: Unclassified
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