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All the Doggies held a meeting
in the park the other day
And they gathered by the hundreds
in a most peculiar way.
Instead of walking on all fours,
they sauntered in on only two.
And I know it�s unbelievable,
but one was wearing shoes.
There were Greyhounds being bossey
-two Spaniels with one flute.
And a Peakingese who wore a bow
I thought looked really cute.
As they gathered in a circle;
looking wise beyond compare,
Old Tom, the Baxters bulldog
slowly rose and took the chair.
He scratched his ear and hemmed and hawwed,
while nipping at a flea.
His dewlaps flopped and quivered
as he began his plea.
"I�ve asked you all together,
and I know you�re wondering why,
But I�ve got a little problem;
it�s enough to make you cry.
Young Bowsers met a female,
of good liniage you see,
And he wants to start a family,
just as quick as quick can be.
She�s willing, never worry,
and would like to have a try,
But her owners have objections
-I�ll give the reasons why;
Young Bowsers got no pedigree,
he�s just a common cur,
And he comes of doubtful parentage;
who�s his daddy? We�re not sure.
While �Lolly�, (that�s his lady)
has a family tree that�s long,
And poor Bowsers up a spout because
it means he don�t belong.
Now I�ve noticed that our humans,
who worry so for us,
When it comes to who they bed with,
never kick up such a fuss,
But they have a little party,
called a Wedding, I believe,
Where they vow to love forever
and their problems are relieved.
So it seems that what is needed
is to wed our loving pair
And remove her folks objections
and Bowsers deep dispair."
When Tom had done explaining,
there was sadness in the crowd,
Over Bowser and his Lolly,
for they knew that he was proud.
A poodle cleared his throat
and asked with huffy voice;
"If they didn�t think it wicked
that a dog should have a choice."
And he whispered to his mate
so all could clearly hear;
"If dogs have choice of partners,
they�ll ruin the breeds, I fear."
A Chouhouhou perched upon a Dane,
and looking very wise,
Decided it was time to speak
(the Poodle was surprised!).
And in a voice ten octaves high
that teeny hound declared,
That every canine there today
A common root he shared.
Spits, Chow, or Poodle,
Peke, or common cur,
Could trace their liniage on that day
all the way back to Ur.
"Our Adam and our Eve
were a wierd looking pair.
Not much of a snout
and lacking some hair,
But a friend to man
this pair became,
so it�s time we learnt
our Masters game.
If a wedding will cure
what�s breaking up
Lolly and Bowser,
(that silly pup!)
Call for a preacher
as fast as you can
And lets have a wedding
on the Canine Plan."
With howls of delight
the dogs all agreed.
So a preacher was fetched
to fill the need.
Young Bowser and Lolly
were mated for life
And given a paper that said
�hound and wife�.
Now I�d like to declare
that it all came out well,
But as humans, you know
that marriage is Hell!
After Lolly�s last litter
ol� Bowser was caught
With a bitch down the street
doing what he ought not.
So, Poor Lolly, she split
and took all the pups,
And went back to her master
who�d given her up.
She�s wiser by far
than the day that she wed.
As for Bowser the dog,
grrrrrrrr! Nuffff said!!!