Pet Food Poem by steve stirk

May Auntie made a sausage dog
Out of bits of pork
She tied it on a piece of string
And took it for a walk

When the people saw it
Dragging by her feet
They said “That aint a doggy maam”
It’s just some bits of meet

She said “I want a proper dog
But haven’t got the cash
I’ll take this sausage home again
And eat it with some mash

But next day she had tried again
The outcome wasn’t good
She made a Yorkshire terrier
Out of bits of Yorkshire pud

These days she just accepts the fact
She’ll never have a pet
But still she takes her bits of food
For check-ups by the vet

You’ll know her if you see her
The one who’s acting mad
With bits of stale food on a string
And shouting “Come on lad”! !