Dogs

Dogs are cool most of the time.

The crazy retired Greyhound .

he did four years time.

Fourty five mile per hour couch potato , huh.....

Na , makes , you’ve only got it half right.

 

he loves to laze and just let things be .

Fired up he brings velocity.

Pulls on the leash , it’s like a rope on the neck .

An ancient hunter when the moon gets full.

In the night , warrior try’s to take control.

 

Hes a lot mightier than he looks.

Streamlined buff and ready to go .

He did this gig for 160 shows .

Won 18 and placed  the same.

Is that doggie scrap pile , pronanly

not the hall of shame.

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