“His Master”

There was a line-up of dogs to the tree,
It was Apparent – they all wanted to pee,
Dogs been often called: “Men’s best friend”,
But, it is men that after their dogs bend,
I have yet to see my dog picking after me,
With a plastic-bag after number two or a wee,
All day lying licking his treasured possessions,
With a smile and joyful facial expressions,
And why not, all he does is eat and poop,
“His Master” will end the one to scoop,
xox

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