grannys gone and done it

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Good night all. I found my poem about the dog's irresistible attraction to pole cats. True story from a few years back.


Late last night my dog was pacing the floor,
Was she sick? Gotta go? So I let her out the door.
The neighborhood was quiet, the chickens were asleep.
Nothing rustling in the bushes. Not a single cricket cheep.

Then to my annoyance, she took off like a shot.
She circled something, growled and woofed and loudly barked a lot!
Oh no, what was that out there in the yard?
Something big and scary? Why was she on guard?

I ran to get a flashlight. I tried to call her back.
Couldn’t see what she was after, ‘cause the night was inky black.
Then, suddenly as it started, the barking was no more.
Did the creature eat my doggy? I was shaken to my core.

After one long moment, Belle came racing back to me,
And soon I suspected what the creature had to be.
A certain acrid odor was wafting through the night,
And Belle was rolling on the lawn. She’d given up the fight.

You’d think the first three times would have taught her what to do.
"Leave that skunk alone, you dope! It’s the garage tonight for you!"
PeeYew!!
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just wanted to rattle your cage a little    been a while since I have done  that.   I am a bad bad boy.  (looking at the ground, hands clasped behind back,   kicking the dirt with one untied shoe.)


Sounds like twist is trying to talk his way into a spanking
 
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