Tuesday, 12 March 2013
Sad, Barking Mad
‘They breed like fuckin’ dogs !’
The dogcatcher’s bamboo pole and wire noose snatches
The back leg of a whelping pregnant bitch
Whose dangling teats dance for freedom from the van
Destined for the short howling trip to the municipal tip
To join the other canine delinquents who feed on each other
Before starving in the faeces infested cage
On their last journey to the incinerator and bone crusher
‘Not many this week’
Grumpily observed the entrepreneur who sacks the grey remains
For the keen gardener who purchases the colourful five kilo bag :
WOOF –WOOF !
Bonemeal Fertiliser
It’s the dog’s bollocks !
Harry Mills
Boracay Philippines : 9 September 2012-09-09
On reading that the council have no budget to put-down or feed the captured stray dogs
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