The old dog just sat there,
His master long gone.
He waggled his little tail,
As his tongue licked his bum.
Passers by just smiled and laughed,
The little dog cared not.
His tongue found a piece of cake,
Caught below in a knot.
Finally he got up to walk,
Sniffing at the air.
Then he sat down again,
Contented just to stare.
Other dogs walked by and sniffed,
One even licked his tool.
But the old dog just sat there…
being no ones furry fool?
