Dogs,masters of the road.
 

it may be crazy if i tell a trick
that my neighbor is not a human race
from dawn to dusk he dos'n stop to bark
and what is worse!,he barks loud in my face

almost all lmy neighbors have dirty dogs
while the rest have big dogs,which i call COWS
as every day they greet me with huge dungs
just at my doorway,they leave them in rows.

the trouble gets worse as i dare try to talk
i wish i had accepted dirty facts
for,the way they replied was so stark
i know,with animals,one could make pacts

but with some mob it 's far more difficult
to come to termes, with a bouquet of words
you have to use stones for a bloody revolt
as a poet,smile ,and have a cold bath.

By truefeeling

© 2012 truefeeling (All rights reserved)

 

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