When my tail does wag,
Does the rest of me lag,
Does my tummy sag,
Does my manhood drag…?
Or do I of my tail wag,
Flapping in the wind like a flag,
Daddy says it makes a good rag,
Says he is going to make it someday,
Into a rug called a shag…
Of late I have been a thinker,
Though daddy does mostly call me a stinker,
Of salt water yes I am a drinker,
Okay so its not good for me,
But if you believe me herein,
Then you have fallen for my line,
Hook, line and sinker…J
© Rufuz ~ 6.14.06
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your Auntie in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D *arf!*
I once shared a flat with a fullah, who had an afghan hound, who told his dog, that when he died, ( the dog that is) he would be honoured by being skun and lying neath the feet of his master forever!!
I clocked my flat mate for that, made him apologize to the Dog, who was not happy.
Duchess is in her element at Rob's place, Rufuz.... she sends her little woofies, and also feels that Leila is not quite refined enough for Rufuz yet!!
Hmmmm, methinks green eyed little fur ball :)
Cute write there Rufuz.
ME and the dawgs.
Fun poetry read this morning Ed.
Susan
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