Froogle, Dougal Poem by Mark Heathcote

Froogle, Dougal
Wanted a poodle
Something he could politely tootle
Call on his old tin-bugle & canoodle.
But instead, he settled for a rescued mongrel
The marriage well it was quite woeful.

Froogle, Dougal
He didn't want to splash his dosh,
Too to buy a better breed; class of dog
Poor Froogle, Dougal he wanted to sleep foetal
Sleep amongst beds of chamomile
And take a little what you call tinkle.


Nonsenses rhyme