I took a book in to the park, the sun and air to meet
And every canine in the parish pissed against my seat
Terriers of every breed, silky, bull and fox
Sashayed, bound or shuffled up and exercised their cocks
Dachshunds, Labradors and pups of undetermined blood
Made my seat their urinal, a leak became a flood

Golden tress-ed Afghan hounds made canine golden showers
Kelpies, Poodles, Russells Jack all hosed away the hours
King Charles Spaniels proudly took their chance to lift a paw
Pointers pointed percy and Basenjis, say no more … 

Welsh Corgis, Scottish Deerhounds, and a beer-filled English Setter
And then an Irish Wolfhound and at that stage it seemed better
To take the paperback and get the hell out of the park
Or fashion up some timber for a piss-float Noah's ark

Had I the time and timber to have seen this project through
I doubt I would have had the canines walk on two by two

Dog owners seemed at peace with what to me seemed like a curse
They carried plastic shopping bags and knew things could be worse
Of all sad sights of modern life I think this could be it
The latest in accessories, a still-warm bag of shit