Peter the piddling pup As he trotted down the street,twas beautifully to see his wash on every corner, his wash on every tree, he watered every gateway he never missed a post, for piddling was his master piece,and piddling was his boast. The city dogs stood looking on with deep and jealous rage, to see this country dog,the piddler of the age,they smelt him one by one then smelt him two by two,the noble pete with high disdain stood till they were through, they sniffed him over one by one their praise for him was high but when one sniffed him underneath, he piddied in his eye, then just to show the other dogs, he didnt care a dam he walked into the grocers shop and piddied on the hams he piddled on the onions he piddied on the door, behind him all the city dogs decided what to do, they would hold a piddling contest to see the stranger through, they showed him all the piddling posts they know about the town, they started out with many winks to wear the stranger down, but pete was up to every trick with vigor and with vim,a thousand puddles more or less were all the same to him and on and on went noble pete a watering every Sandhill, till all the city dogs were beat, and watered to a standstill, then he gave an exhibition in all the ways to piddle, with double drips and fancy flips and then a dainty dribble, the very highbrow city dogs,did neither wink or grin, pete piddled blithely out of town,as he had piddied in,they said to him well so long pete,your piddling did defeat us and no one ever put them wise, But pete had diabeatus.
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 02:21:08 +0000
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