Hot dog in summer is my canine lot,
To wear a fur coat in the tropics, cool it is not.
Hot flesh in summer is not much fun,
Wrapped in putrid fur, not the putrid bun.
My friend the Persian Cat is clipped down to the skin,
She comments that zip-off furs are really in.
My owner and hers talk together a lot,
The result is a detachable fur with my tail in a slot.
But now the anti-canine anti-feline comments are scathing,
“Hot dog and cool cat, arrested for naked bathing”.
Comments about this poem (Hot Dog by Alan Bruce Thompson )
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