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Al Pacino.
The butchers dog was daft
he always chased his tail
and when it came to hygiene,
well he made you wail.
His tongue was always dripping
and i tell you that"s not all.
He was always lying down
to try and lick his balls.
The environmental health
they came in to his shop.
"Oh my Lord" they said
"This has got to stop."
"You cant have him in here
with all this meat that"s raw,
don"t you know by now
it is against the law!"
The butcher was so sad
but knew it had to end.
He had to say farewell
to a true and trusted friend.
The dog he was pissed off
he wondered what to do,
maybe to get a Lawyer
perhaps he might just sue.
He had his canine rights
or least that"s what he thought,
but the butcher was the owner
of his licence that was bought.
So he thought to rob a bank
get some money for a change.
He then could pay a Vet
to get rid of all his mange.
Or even have a sex change,
not smell so much of faeces
as everyman prefers
the female of the specious.
Oh life it was a bitch
he was finding out to soon
and just like Al Pacino
It Was A Dog Day Afternoon!
