I have a rambunctious cairn terrier,
Who is an obsessive bone-burier,
He buried the cat,
But she boomeranged back,
He’s never seen anything scarier.
Big Baz has a bossy blue heeler,
Who trained Baz to fetch and to feed her,
He thinks it so beaut,
In the back of her ute,
He even rolls over to please her.
Wayne has a pernickety poodle,
Pink bows tied atop her pert noodle,
On four legs she prances,
On two legs she dances,
For dinner she eats apple strudel.
Trev has a gold Labrador-oh,
So fat yet he always wants more-oh,
He chewed up Trev’s couch,
Down to splinters – ouch! OUCH!
Then flopped himself right through the floor-oh.
Old Pat has a spotty Dalmatian,
Who, wanting to change his location,
Squeezed through the gate,
Found a cute little mate,
And had a most pleasant vacation.
Young Ron has a daft border collie,
Who thinks herding sheep most unjolly,
He acts like a clown,
Juggles balls up and down,
While rolling along on a trolley.
Wayne’s shed’s where we all meet on Fridays,
A beer and a barbie there always,
Makes the tails wag,
As we gobble a snag,
And yarn about life in the old days.