Dirty Dog

There's nothing like a dirty dog,

A literal mucky pup. 

They're a kind of living magnet,

Picking mud and 'yuck stuff' up.

I've got one who cleans the gutter,

Her belly sweeps the road.

The wetter she gets, the better,

She's a filthy little toad.

She loves wet grass and puddles

And every kind of sludge.

When I try to get her moving,

Little Madam will not budge.

When she saw a mouse one day,

Just one thought sprang to mind;

To wriggle through a muddy hedge,

Me, holding on, behind.

I should have dropped the lead, I know!

I realise that now,

But I didn't know, when we set out,

She'd use me as a plough.

Although, some good has come of it,

Upon close inspection;

I've found a way to treat my skin;

Mud's good for my complexion.

So my doggy's saved me money,

Thrifty little lass.

She can get as dirty as she likes,

Cos where there's muck, there's brass!

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