Last night I had an unusual dream,
But not the type that would make you scream.
I dreamt I was eaten by a large dog beast,
It must have thought me part of a feast.
From inside its mouth I had a friend on my shoulder
He was clever and helpful, and I felt bolder.
He told me to avoid the sphincter muscles,
Should I wish to emerge with minimum tussles.
Instruction said that the safest way through
Was to be forced out while inside a pooh.
After kicking my way out of the crusty turd,
I woke up and thought that was bloody absurd.