Little doggy with black singed hair, I know now you think life is no longer fair, I saw you peeing on fences with mock, But the last time you peed you got one hell of a shock. You jumped and hollered and screamed and squawked, And fell on your side and could not walk, You barked in such anguish I knew it was pain, You ripped out a vessel and busted a vein. I understand clearly it was a painful ordeal, By looking at your hide all crusted and peeled, Why don’t you move from that spot on the ground? You poor little puppy, all crusted and brown. When I came across you all matted and sick, I poked you with my boot and broke off your dick, Now if you’re alive you have no reason to live, You’ve peed your last drop and have no more to give. What is this, a breath I do hear? No it’s Pepe the pooch, the neighborhood queer, Across you straddled with paw on your back, He’s a morbid pooch and Homo-necrophiliac. Now you are dead and fucked after that, Up walks your arch enemy Wilford the cat, Giggle he did, and clawed and bite, The poor little puppy couldn't ward off the fight. So he ripped out your hair and sliced your skin, Backed off smiled and called it a win, But revenge is last and final call, As Wilford walked away he gagged on a hairball. Down he went like a ton of bricks, The toasted doggy got his last kicks.
0/500