Oh God, my dog is snoring
It'll be the ham at lunch
He's like an old man boring
No teeth with which to munch.
So he swallows every morsel
And gulps it down too quickly
He ends up on the floor mat
Either tired or weak or sickly.
Tonight the ham had cloves in
Lovely in the tum
But a doggies' s gullet's different
It expedited to the bum.
"Get out", we yelled together
The roar induced a fright
It's not the only thing induced
As out came a spray of...poo.
The canine lies contented
It's day of thrills is over
He dreams of cats and food and pats
This mutt we christened Rover.
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