King Rottweileras: by Zigmund Shelley
Carlos, around the corner up the street, Told me his neighbor had a statue made Of the most fearsome watchdog you could meet Who, vanquished by Carlos, died of shame After his pusillanimous retreat. The bleeding fang holes in his lips and face And flleeing butt the sculptor quite ignored. A fearful snarl he incised […]
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