(THE) DOGS’ PARTY

THE DOGS’ PARTY

Matt McGinn

Oh, the dogs they had a party

They came from near and far

And some dogs came by aeroplane

And some by motor car

They went into the lobby

And signed the visitors book

And each one hung his arsehole

Upon a separate hook

One dog was not invited...he was a Welsh terrier, ye know, and ye cannae take them anywhere

And this aroused his ire

He rushed into the meeting place

And he loudly shouted, ‘Fire!’

Now the dogs were so excited

They had no time to look

And each one took an arsehole

From off the nearest hook

Now it is a sad sad story

For it is very sore

To wear another’s arsehole

You’ve never worn before

And that is why when dogs meet

By land or sea or foam

Each sniffs the other’s arsehole

In hopes it is its own