Love You, Love You Not

Love You, Love You Not

Saturday, August 1, 2009

The Ballad of Dirty-Sock Frito

Gather round, to hear the tale

Of a smelly black doggie with a fuzzy black tail

All through the day, and through the night

She whines and fusses and causes a sight


When she freaks she does exude

A smelly unseen cloud of noxious “ewwww”

That when my delicate nostrils meet

Smells like Fritos stored near a dirty bum’s feet


To this day I do not know

Why she whines and carries on so

On hearing other doggies speech

That from the alley-side does breach.