Lady And The Tramp
Lady And The Tramp
I was hangin’ around the hydrant,
With my nose to the ground,
Sniffin’ out what other dawgs,
Might be hangin’ around.
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It was there that I met her.
She was prettier than an Irish Setter,
And anything she wanted to do,
I was gonna let her.
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Now I know I’m just a Tramp,
Perhaps mostly a Golden Deceiver.
She was the pure bred Lady,
Or that’s how most would receive her.
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She had elegance, grace, and beauty,
To inspire a poet to write a sonnet.
She had a certain je ne se qua,
I just couldn’t quite put my nose on it.
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I got in a little closer,
To get a whiff of her pedigree,
When all of a sudden,
She spun and snarled at me.
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She was growling and howling,
All over the place.
Then she back-pawed,
Some gravel and dirt in my face.
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I could have been man’s best friend,
For all she ever knew.
But alas, this Tramp to this Lady,
Could only be Pepe Le Pew.
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It was in the dog days of summer,
When the Lady took me down a peg.
For when she urinated upon me,
She clearly lifted her leg.
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~Micky Dee~
…10-22-13…
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