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My Dogue has started digging holes, My garden looks like I have giant moles, He happily goes about this task, Of ripping my poor lawn apart, Once the ground is all churned up, Pulls clean washing from the line, the pup, Dragging my laundry through the muck, It won't rain now, with any luck, I've given up analysing it, He's just a naughty little **** So I go to tell him he's been bad, But I kiss his face instead of that, His saddest eyes and wrinkly face, The plea's not guilty, I have no case, I really ought not make a fuss, I dig enough holes for both of us! :)
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
Digging holes
My Dogue has started digging holes, My garden looks like I have giant moles, He happily goes about this task, Of ripping my poor lawn apart, Once the ground is all churned up, Pulls clean washing from the line, the pup, Dragging my laundry through the muck, It won't rain now, with any luck, I've given up analysing it, He's just a naughty little **** So I go to tell him he's been bad, But I kiss his face instead of that, His saddest eyes and wrinkly face, The plea's not guilty, I have no case, I really ought not make a fuss, I dig enough holes for both of us! :)
jane-dale
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
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