HE COULD KISS HER POM POM

Memoirs Of Fi Fi La'Amor

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Bahamas Bound
By La Belle Rouge

She’s Bahamas bound
tickets in bag, bag in hand.
She’s had about all
a self respecting bitch can stand.

She’s tired of birthin litters
and cleanin up all that crap.
He’s nothin but an ole dawg
aint no doubt about that.

She had a day at the salon
where she was pampered and clipped
and to get his coodies off her
she was bathed and dipped.

He kept her securely tied up
on a short leash so tight
while that hound ran around
coon huntin with the boys all night!

He could just kiss her pom pom
as it was wagging out the door.
She'd done took and took
until she couldn't take no more.

Now she’s finally had enough
and she’s on her way
and if she really likes Naussau
Well Hell, she just might stay.

And find her a studly poodle
named Jacques or Pierre
with whom all her unappreciated
French charms to share.

She’ll be writin her memoirs
in a steamy tell-all expose’.
Being wined and dined at night
eatin gourmet Milk Bones all day.

So goodbye You Dirty Dawg
and all your uncouth ways.
She’ll be lounging topless in the sun
on the beach where all the playdogs play.

6/8/2007 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Pure Fun”

Music "Kokomo"