I had this dog with two tales
One when he wagged it,
told me he was happy to see me,
the other when he barked it,
warned me there could be
danger on my doorstep.
Here Pup, good boy,
do ya wanta treat?

The Ant.

I often wonder what's the point of old age,
As you age,
Your Teeth fall OUT,
then you hair falls OUT.
Your organs wear OUT
You chances of getting any
are definitely OUT.
In the end they put you in a box
and cart you OUT.

Anthony "The Ant" Martin