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The Warden's Dog

Summer's now upon us,
And I'm still so very thin.
But mummy keeps me on a diet,
And things are looking grim!

 

My fellow Canines that I greet
When walking down 'The Street'
Look forward to their daily treat
 A juicy bowl of meat.

The Vet, he is an evil man,
Colluding with my mummy.
Together they have hatched a plan,
For the emptiest, rumbliest tummy!

 

When I was signed off on the sick,
They were so very cruel,
And played a game, a sneaky trick,
To only feed me gruel!

And there I laid, a poorly man,
With an empty bowl and plate.
Will someone please do what they can,
For their hungryest, bestest mate!

 

Cos I'm sure I heard the doctor say,
"He must, his lips be licking.
So I prescribe 3 times a day,
A bowl of tasty chicken"!

My mummy knows what makes me tick,
But has a heart of stone.
And though I was so very sick,
No signs of meaty bones!

 

O someone, come and rescue me,
Before it is too late.
I'll tell my mum I need a wee,
And meet you by the gate!

Will someone heed my desperate cry?
It's all that I can muster.
If you see me out, just don't pass by
With loads of licks - from Buster . . .


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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