Friday, January 2, 2004

Smelly Pete

There was a man named Daniel
He had a cocker-spaniel
It’s name was Smelly Pete
Shit was what he’d eat
I never liked that dog
So everytime I’d jog,
Avoid that dog I would
He’d chase me when he could
In fact, one time he followed me
Downtown into the eatery
Defecated on Edward’s plate
Ed was puking all he ate
No one liked this hairy beast
Mostly though, I do the least
Everything he does is wrong
Sits on tables, licks his dong
Shits in yards and always barks
Ate my cat, and also Mark’s
Get so mad at him each day
Eventually I’ll make him pay

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