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“Never give a sword to a man who can’t dance.”
The dapper dalmatians decided to come
to town on Thursday night, because they
knew that’s when the sweet but dumb
girlie dachshunds were completely okay
with burning hunks of canine spotted love.
They twirled and teased in their pleated skirts
while dog stars twinkled happily far above--
dancing hot like very sexy frankfurts.
Then the pampered poodles showed up,
and those perfumed posers tried to steal
the long ladies from those speckled pups;
but the girls spurned them--honoring their deal
with the tall freckled boys who brought them;
since the ladies were all dusky gems.
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub MTB