FOR DOG LOVERS AND VETS

["John B.Ayers" <ayers@plainfield.bypass.com>]

A farmer’s dog came into town,
His Christian name was Runt.
A noble pedigree had he,
Noblesse Oblige his stunt

His work on every corner
Was wonderful to see
He watered every hydrant,
And never missed a tree.

He watered every gateway
And never missed a post.
For piddling was his specialty
And piddling was his boast.

He wandered into a grocery store
And didn’t give a dam
And as the grocer threw him out
He piddled on a ham

The city dogs looked on amazed,
In deep and jealous rage
To see this simple country dog
The piddler of his age.

Some thought that he a King might be,
Beneath his tail a rose.
So every city dog drew near,
To sniff it up his nose.

The city dogs in order sent
The best piddlers in the town
Each in turn did try his best
To pee the stranger down

But try they did to no avail
Runt bested each in turn
They all turned tail one by one
No prizes did they earn

These urban dogs did sit and scratch
In frustration and chagrin
As Runt blissfully piddled out of town
As he had piddled in

The city dogs a convention held
To ask, “:what did defeat us?”
But no one ever put them wise
That Runt had diabetes!


John and Meshack
http://www.bypass.com/~ayers (Vermont Equestrian Activities)