7 June 2012
The dog has nicked my knickers!
I don't know what to do.
I don't see how she thinks my pants
Are something she should chew.
There's plenty other tastier things
That she could pinch,
My innocent little pants
Aren't something she should lynch.
They're lying there in tatters
Beside the washing machine,
Such a loyal pair of knickers
Have never before been seen.
I shall avenge them!
Where's that blasted mutt?
She'll get what's coming to her
You see if she won't.
Knickers RIP • Opuss № I