Hour Eleven – Dogs

The have to lick.

It’s how they think.

They’ll lick your face

and make you blink.


They’ll lick their balls

in front of you

they’ll lick another’s

Really? Eeeww…


They’ll lick a bone

that has no meat

they’ll lick the floor

they’ll lick your feet


They’ll lick a robber

half to death

they’ll lick you

with that yukky breath.


They’ll lick your friends

but never fail

to never lick

the guy with mail.

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