Cross-eyed chickens running wild and I’m a pizza roll from crazy

My three legged dachshund, Hercules, has issues I can’t resolve

Night time seems to get darker each day

And I heard they are canceling Christmas this year

Although I have no idea who “they” is… are…

Were “they” voted in? Seize power in a silent coup?

Left with no chair when the music stopped?

Drew the short straw?

I’ve heard about them all my life but “they” seem to be nameless

Perhaps “they” are a collective of clucking cross-eyed chickens run amuck

And we kowtow to “them” blindly

I’m worried about Hercules, he has issues

And he ate my last pizza roll

Here it goes, it’s getting darker and there seems to be fewer stars

The moon is a pubic hair of its normal self

Did I mention Hercules? He has issues

The vet says not to worry he’ll work things out

And she prescribed some Xanax

I’m not sure if it’s for me or Hercules

So we share

The chickens are driving me crazy, they won’t stop their cackling

And since they are cross-eyed and it keeps getting darker

They are always running into things

Trees, fences, cars, the mailman, each other

I mean it’s a real madhouse

I’ll see if Hercules wants to split a pill

Did I mention his issues?

It’s his right rear leg that is missing

He lost it chasing a chicken

They ran out in front of a mail truck

The chicken didn’t make it so we had a Sunday dinner

Chicken and dumplings

He was squashed so fried chicken wouldn’t work

Now Hercules can’t lift his leg to pee so he squats like a girl

Maybe that’s his issue, I don’t know

He’s a dog, does he really care?

There go the chickens again, cluck, cluck, cluck

I took Hercules to the vet again

She gave him a thorough exam and found a small tumor

It is in his scrotum so if you look close

It appears like he has three testicles

Three is a magic number or it certainly is for Hercules

She took some of his blood and sent it off for test

When it came back they said he had cancer

There’s “they” again

I really would like to meet “them”

Especially since “they” are talking about my dog

I guess we figured out his issues

The vet said in time we would have to put him to sleep

Like “they” “sleep” is something I don’t understand

He may meet the chicken he chased in front of the truck

But he certainly won’t dream about him

Wake up, lick himself and have some breakfast

He’ll be gone and I’ll miss him and his issues

For now, I’ll fix some pizza rolls for us to share

It’s fun to watch him try and eat them when they’re steaming hot