Dogs with balls
Dogs with balls
The year, twenty-one twenty-five,
Barely a man or a woman alive
Who kept a pet, either big or small,
A dog with balls, a dog with balls.
Life was hard, and times were tough,
Those Covid years had been real rough,
But who came smiling through it all?
The dogs with balls, the dogs with balls.
No work to do, played in the park,
Staying outside till it got too dark,
Back they went, to their own four walls,
The dogs with balls, the dogs with balls.
Pollution devastated too,
Little else for the folk to do,
Except play with them, until evening falls,
The dogs with balls, the dogs with balls.
Covid mutants plagued the land,
Overturned what the wise ones planned,
People scared, needed wherewithal
Of a dog with balls, a dog with balls.
The canine gangs were a fearful sight,
The virus strains all took to flight,
Fled to space, where they perished all,
Thanks to dogs with balls, dogs with balls.
The hero dogs were asked to rule us,
But, to a dog, said, "You can't fool us,
It's much more fun, to chase our balls,"
Said the dogs with balls, the dogs with balls.
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😂😂. Love it. Blow power. We’re having fun!!
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😂 They have their priorities right!
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The dog’s bollocks!
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That’s it!
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I love this to bits, even the repetitive bounciness of those balls. Very clever.
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Thank you Misky. 🙂
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I wonder about the dogs without balls. I hear they’re even more scary. Where were they in all of this? 😉 Fun jaunt, Hobbo.
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😂😂 Thank you Karen!
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Great poem, it had a bite to it.
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🤣 Thanks, and well said Ulle!
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