When out on a hiking,
A smell to my liking,
Calls to my nose,
And off I am striking.
In morning or gloaming,
in search I am roaming,
for scent so divine,
my mouth it is foaming.
In circles I’m looping,
my nose it is swooping,
bent to the wind,
in search of a pooping.
As closer I’m loping,
with each leap I’m hoping,
to find my prize,
in grassy hill sloping.
A flavor so yummy,
I’ll fill up my tummy,
breaking the rules,
of Daddy and Mummy.
From such rules and training,
I’m happy abstaining,
in order to…
EAT PILES OF SHIT.
About the Author
Topdog is Steve Merryman, a retired graphic designer, illustrator, and curmudgeon-in-training. Steve can often be found working on a portrait commission or some other artwork. Steve fills his days by painting, writing, shootin' guns, cuttin' trees, hiking with his dogs, and shaking his head at world events, all while searching for the perfect cheeseburger. He is occasionally without pants.
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