Piddle #5
He piddled in a makcerel keg--
He piddled on the floor,
And when the grocer kicked him out
He piddled through the door.
Behind him all the city dogs
Lined up with instinct true
To start a piddling carnical
And see the stranger through.
Piddle #6
They showed him every piddling post
They had in all the town,
And started in with many a wink
To pee the stranger down.
They sent for champion piddlers
Who were always on the go,
Who sometimes did a piddling stunt
Or gave a piddling show.
Piddle #7
They sprung these on him suddenly
When midway in the town;
Rex ohly smiled and polished off
The ablest, white or brown.
For Rex was with them every trick
With vigor and with vim
A thousand piddles more or less
Were all the same to him.
Piddle #8
So he was wetting merrily
with hind leg kicking high,
When most were hoisting legs in bluff
And piddling mighty dry.
On and on, Rex sought new grounds
By piles and scraps and rust,
Till every city dog went dry
And piddled only dust.
Piddle #9
But on and on went noble Rex
As wet as any rill,
And all the champion city pups
Were pee'd to a standstill.
Then Rex did free-hand piddling
With fancy flirts and flits
Like "double dip" and "gimlet twist"
And all those latest hits.
Piddle #10
And all the time this country dog
Did never wink or grin,
But piddled blithely out of town
As he had piddled in.
The Puddle
The city dogs convention held
To ask, "What did defeat us?"
But no one ever put them wise
That Rex had diabetes.