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Pete, the Piddling Pup
And as he trotted up the street
It was wonderful to see
Him piss upon each lamppost,
And piss upon each tree.
He pissed upon each gateway,
He pissed upon each post,
For pissing was his specialty
And pissing was his boast.
The city curs looked on amazed,
With growing jealous rage
To see a simple country dog
The pisser of the age.
And just to show his mettle,
That he didn't care a damn
He trotted to a grocer's shop
And pissed upon a ham.
He pissed against the grocer's leg.
He pissed upon the floor,
'Til the grocer with a bull's-eye kick
Sent him pissing out the door.
They sent for champion pissers
In training and condition
Who sometimes did a pissing stunt
Or pissed for exhibition.
They sprang them on him suddenly
One midday in the town.
But Spot so deftly polished off
The best of white and brown.
Then Spot sought out new pissing ground
Mid piles of scrap until [?]
The boldest pisser of them all
Was pissed to a standstill.
Then followed free-hand pissing
With fancy flirts and flings
Such as 'double drop' and 'gimlet twist'
And such like graceful things.
But never a wink gave the farmer's dog
Nor wine, nor bark or grin
He pissed his journey out of town
As same as he pissed in.
The city dogs curs in Latin phrase
Lost all their conceitness
And never guessed until this day
That Spot had diabetes!
- AO Record Company.
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Ribald Classics Vol. 4: Bang Away Lu Lu
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