Mrs McFrugal Advises…

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Dear Mrs McFrugal,
I really need your help,
Because my husband kicks the dog,
Which causes it to yelp…
He supports Raith Rovers
And every time they lose,
Lashes at the poor wee hound
With his toecapped shoes…
I’m asking your assistance,
For my entreaties have been spurned,
Please advise a.s.a.p.
Yours faithfully,

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 MRS MC FRUGAL ADVISES…
I’ve sympathy with the wee dog,
Although somehow it seems
I’m more sorry for your husband,
With such poor taste in football teams…
There’s a possible solution
To this domestic spat,
Persuade him to follow Celtic,
Or another team like that…
But a preferable alternative
May I dogmatically put,
Why not buy a big Rottweiler
To bite off the b***er’s foot???



More doggerel…

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