He dashes and dances, romances my kittens,
Vomits--it's putrid--on Donna K. mittens.
But doo-hued reeked shawl,
That drove me to taint treats with gall.

Rude dog deposed pet banes here;
And they vex sweet rhin repose.
A whiff and then I saw it--
Poo wouldn't this day hit toes.

Galled, I must get this stain cleared--
Eeww! it's lacquered my domain.
Later I'll get that rude dog's
"Play" ended with stay-here chain.

Then some loggy gifts mutt leaves--
Shat on cape, toupee.
Rude dog's willful, knows what's right;
Still pooch grimes my suede with shite.

Trench walls for Dane here dug in--
Got the ground with quicklime greased.
Rude dog, no dead-pose play'n' here:
You'll go down from strychnine feast.