Dog Poem

[artist]

The postman and the bull mastiff

A new postman delivered my letters one day

He didn’t suspect that my bull-mastiff was gay

Till Bonzo leapt up and slurped at his thigh

With a lick, and a nip, and a gleam in his eye

I rushed to assist the poor mailman - post haste

Before ol’ Bonzo, my mastiff, developed a taste

For delivery man’s fingers, or even their thumbs

The seats of their trousers, their b****cks, or bums

But Bonzo leapt up and snapped with his jaw

And my posties new trousers were ripped, shred and tore

Bonzo yanked at his Y-fronts – locked teeth over knob

Poor posty was frozen, though he managed a sob

The postman he squeaked: “Arrg, I bought you a parcel”

I hollered - “Try shoving your thumb up his a***hole”

I thought it was helpful and would give Bonzo a fright

But Bonzo just purred as he squirmed with delight

Our hero looked ashen as blood drained from his mug

And engorged his member, which served as a plug

That caused Bonzo to splutter, to choke, and to gag

And knocked him out cold – the fuzzy old fag

I think you’ll be happy to hear the conclusion

That clears up the queries, the doubts, and confusion

The mailman got free and I sent Bonzo away

To a kennel in Paris where every dog’s gay

He now lives on a diet of Pedigree Chum

With his new friend, a poodle, who sniffs at his bum

They tell me he’s happy, though I don’t keep in touch

And I don’t miss his slobber, or his snout in my crotch

[Guest]

:D :D

very good artist!!

[andsome]

Very very artistic I must say. We'll put you up for next Poet Laureate

[monkeyhanger]

Painful but good. :lol:

[artist]

:blush: :blush:

I cannot take the credit..................