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Old Yorkshire Dog Poem
The dogs all had a meeting,
They came from near and far.
Some came by public transport,
Some even came by car.
But before they were allowed
To enter in the hall,
Each had to hang his Butt hole
On a hook upon the wall.
They all got nicely seated,
Each mother, son and sire.
When a dirty little yellow dog,
Began to holler, 'FIRE'!
They all jumped up together,
They had no time to look.
And each grabbed at random,
A butt hole from a hook.
This got their butt holes all mixed up,
And made them very sore.
To wear another butt hole,
They hadn't worn before.
And that's the reason why a dog,
Will even leave a bone,
To smell another butt hole,
In the hope to find his own.
Old Yorkshire Dog Poem
The dogs all had a meeting,
They came from near and far.
Some came by public transport,
Some even came by car.
But before they were allowed
To enter in the hall,
Each had to hang his Butt hole
On a hook upon the wall.
They all got nicely seated,
Each mother, son and sire.
When a dirty little yellow dog,
Began to holler, 'FIRE'!
They all jumped up together,
They had no time to look.
And each grabbed at random,
A butt hole from a hook.
This got their butt holes all mixed up,
And made them very sore.
To wear another butt hole,
They hadn't worn before.
And that's the reason why a dog,
Will even leave a bone,
To smell another butt hole,
In the hope to find his own.