Snuffling,
snarling, licking their butts.
If there's one thing I hate it's goddam
mutts.
Clacking their claws comng in from the
rain.
Across the clean floor, now it's muddy
again. Trying
to evoke sympathy pathetically whining.
Head to the floor, eyes sad, aaah they're
pining.
Mauling visitors, sniffing inappopriate
places.
While you glare helplessly at the owner's
braindead beaming faces.
Smelly dog syndrome,
wafting through the air.
Their hovel stinks of mutt but the owners
don't care.
Here comes a dog walker, excuse me while
I cross the street.
The dog desperate to bite my hand off in
its daily meet and greet.
Eyeing cherubs
greedily giving them the once over.
Knowing when they've torn their limbs off
folks will say "aaw don't blame
Rover!"
Surviving house fires that kill five,
tongue hanging out smugly.
I hate dogs, they're pervy, smelly and
fugly.
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