Hang Dog Boogie

Hang Dog Boogie

He was a boorish pedant and iconoclast;
he always parsed a sentence with a spiteful cast.
He felt a bit resentful at a world which turned
beyond the old concentric where his life was learned;
he was a trifle bitter but no more or less
than his mongrel mother, though I won't digress.

He was a mangy bastard with a wealth of fleas.
He loathed to love his Master but he tried to please
every stranger passing with his wagging tail;
he smelled a little nasty and his breath was stale,
and where he voided supper is a futile guess;
he never used a scooper, though I won't digress.

He was a brutal lover and misogynist;
he wouldn't wear a cover if the bitch was pissed;
he always had an answer with a wicked twist;
he'd rather drool and slather till he got her gist;
he was corrupt and lazy, but a big success
with all the girly puppies, though I won't digress.