Poem: What Sort Of Guard Dog Are You Then?
What sort Of Guard Dog Are You Then?
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Go buy a guard dog people said
‘Cos it’s not good to live alone,
But you won’t even bloody bark
Unless I throw your squeaky bone.
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When strangers knock, you rush to play,
You lick the people in the park,
But I was truly stunned to find
You’re also frightened of the dark.
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