
There once was a dog in Sioux City
Was on trial with a judge with no pity
His jury of peers
Confirmed all his fears
He could pray, but it doesn’t look pretty
He was known as a mutt that’s unkind
Would harass every critter he’d find
But it wasn’t quite that
That started the spat
‘Twas his nose up his neighbor’s behind
He has peed on most all of these “peers”
Now he’s crying big crocodile tears
He got less than twenty
But way more than plenty
He’s just hoping the time is “dog years”
It’s his neighbor that took him to court
So this neighbor he tried to extort
This made it much worse
And made the judge curse
To the dog pound he’ll have to report
See, his neighbor was holding a grudge
Too hard-headed or willing to budge
If doing the crime
You’re doing the time
But for sure when your neighbor’s the judge
About the Creator
Earl W. Pearl
I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) since about 2014 and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.



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