Good Dog, Bad Dog Poem by Wild Bill Balding
Good Dog, Bad Dog
Why is it when I'm doing what dogs do,
what dogs are designed to do,
then I'm a Bad Dog?
Why is it when I'm not doing what dogs do,
denying my very canininity,
then I'm a Good Dog?
Sniffing strangers' arses; humping Auntie's leg;
pissing to say 'I woz 'ere' - that's what we were made for!
Sitting still and silent, make no noise or smell,
wearing dainty waistcoats - just an evil joke!
Good dog, bad dog - why can't we decide,
join your debate on the meaning of 'good'?
We dogs can emote and intuit, be logical and positive!
Philosophical dogs, unite!
You have nothing to lose but your...
oh, yes, you've lost them already. Damn.
Having spent most of my day barking up the wrong tree I loped homeward with the intention of a relaxing half hour taste testing my testes but upon reading this fine work of yours I am once again envigoured and minded to be outward bound bounding out to furiously ferret felines once more.
some times when you do something right no one knows you have done it at all well done 9+ for originality
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4/26/2024 10:18:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
wearing dainty waistcoats - just an evil joke! that line made me smile and within this grin of mine I know what you are talking about I have 5 dogs and all of them hate the cloths. this as if you are the dog telling us humans whats up... very humorous. good job. Becca