Dog
Handbag dachshund
Sat pat on fat knees.
The dealer offered without flinching
Another gram to keep her
It was only a Turl ball
Not worth
That sheer chestnut stocking belly
A lie about a hit and run.
Mare Street mastiffs
go for cheaper
but still accepted
stock in trade.
In tears he told me
How he’d saved her,
Half brown half white
bitch, from a canny sort
Who’d swapped her for a song
A one-and-one
Half brown half white.
Smack source rooms must be
copper penny Smaug caves
With kennels for the swindled dogs.
But in the end
It’s a fair cop;
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