Taken Short

On the bovine coastline
Where the cows stretched for miles
I fingered my bottom
And counted all the piles

A cantering dachsund
Appeared on the scene
It stopped and sniffed my back end
And wondered where I’d been

Then the dirty creature
Looked around and barked
Telling the whole wide world
I was double-parked

Taken short with the trots
I was caught in a trap
Who was calling the shots?
Not me crouching for a crap

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