General Chat

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A farmer’s dog once came to town His christian name was Pete His pedigree was ten yards long His looks were hard to beat. And as he strolled along the road ‘Twas beautiful to see His job on every corner His work on every tree. He never missed a gateway He never missed a post For piddling was his masterpiece Yes, piddling was his boast. The city dogs stood round and watched In deep and jealous rage To see this simple country dog The piddler of the age. They smelt him over one by one They smelt him two by two While noble Pete, with high disdain Stood still till they were through. They sniffed him over, one by one Their praise for him was high But when they sniffed him underneath He piddled in their eye. And then to show these city dogs He didn’t give a damn Pete ran into a grocer’s shop And piddled on the ham. He piddled on the onions He piddled on the floor And when the grocer kicked him out He piddled on his door. Behind him stood the city dogs Debating what to do They’d hold a piddling carnival They’d show this stranger through. They’d show him all the piddling spots They knew about in town With many a wink and many a grin They’d wear this blighter down. But Pete saw through their little tricks With vigour and with vim A thousand piddles more or less Were nothing much to him. So on and on went noble Pete With hind leg kicking high While many lifted legs in bluff Or piddled mighty dry. So on and on went noble Pete He watered every sandhill Till he had those city champions All piddled to a standstill. Then Pete, an exhibition gave On all the ways to piddle The ‘’Fancy Flip’’’, the ‘’Double Drip’’ And now and then a dribble. And after this, the country dog Without a wink or grin Just piddled himself out of town And he had piddled in. The city dogs said ‘’So long Pete’’ ‘’Your piddling has beat us’’. But no one ever put them wise That Pete had diabetes.

Margaret That's funny - LOL!! Lynne