The Spoonbill Generator

Canine Bearing

Despite this aberration, sir [Anon.]

I bear you no ill will [Beefy ]

And though I sense that you're a cur [Anon.]

I half-applaud your skill [loaf]

Yet one hand clapping, I aver, [Beefy ]

Is not the sort that dogs prefer [loaf]

For hounds for music have an ear [Apsley]

For all things else, a nose [Ethetran]

So disregard the things you hear [Beefy ]

And don't look so morose [Karin]

You'll find your troubles disappear [Beefy ]

And leave instead a taste of beer [Apsley]

So do not spare the breeder's whip [loaf]

I will not keep you long [Beefy ]

Since, lying in the rubbish-skip [loaf]

Upon an unused prong, [Apsley]

You'll find your puppy takes a kip [Anon.]

And challenges your marksmanship [Beefy ]

Contributors: Anon., Beefy, loaf, Apsley, Ethetran, Karin.
Poem finished: 2nd April 2004 by Karin.