After the recovery of Maysie the naked dog Monday, our in-house poet has scribed a few verses:
"Maysie, Maysie, What Has Become of YOU! "
from gloriana casey
Maysie, Maysie, Susan searched wide for you.
She's half crazy---- and on her birthday too!
Your collar, you slipped and ran free,
her birthday was sad, dear puppy.
A naughty feat on a wildlife street,
we hope nothing sad you'll meet!
Maysie, Maysie, give us your answer true.
What's that smell pup, something's come over you!
Your wildness you felt and ran free,
but freedom's not free you will see!
Maisey, Maisey, that kitty is not a cat!
Skunks walk slowly, but aim is just where they're at!
And chasing is fun, but so fleeting
but soon you'll be believing.
And STEVE'S the place for that bath to ace
eau de dog needs that Skunk Erase!
SUSAN, SUSAN... HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
Maysie's home now, smelling delightful too.
