The poor little puppy whose day seemed doomed,
as soon as the madam had him washed and perfumed.
A bow on the top, a lead made of bling,
and a dazzling bright collar with a solid gold ring.
He smelt like a tart's poodle, all dolled up and swanky,
he wished he had hands, some soap, and a hanky.
.
Out to the park, paraded and flaunted,
he felt all alone, humiliated and taunted.
A hysterical cat called him a horror on paws,
which started an animal wave of guffaws.
He tried to shrink smaller, find somewhere to hide,
but the madam pulled harder, and smiled with pride.
.
The word spread quite quickly, and he was surrounded,
the walk was a nightmare, his shame was unbounded.
All grinning around him, the teasing and laughter,
his life changed forever, from here to hereafter.
His peers were all sizes; some long and some short,
some round, some thin, a pretty young spaniel, and one with a wart.
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He finally lost it, at the end of the walk,
and said with a growl, in his animal talk:
"Bugger off you lot, it's not very funny,
to have an eccentric old madam who's dressed like a bunny.
You - ugly old bulldog – now we've finished this trail,
I'll nip up behind you and pee on your tail".
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Back at the house, some honour restored,
but the shame still rankled, and his brain he ignored,
and ran into the street to settle the score.
As he charged down the alley, he let out a roar:
"I can't have you all, but I'll get three or four".
And what happened next became local folklore.
.
His dignity renewed, he was king of the park,
and never again was heard a remark,
of that old fateful day when he was abashed,
and the words and the barbs with which he was lashed.
But he'll never forget how with laughs he was peppered:
that was no way to treat a proud German Shepherd.
