Whisky Writes

i d been having doubts Whisky Portrait
about my being the dog
who lays the golden poo
after all i ve never seen
master polishing away
then it hit me
master s a pure finder

he s been stealing my poo
and selling it to tanyards
for a shilling a pail
so they can make
leather book bindings
and gloves

where s my cut
after all i do all the hard work
squeezing it out

well i ve had enough
i m going to
cut out the middle man
i m going to
find myself a bucket
and poo in it
then i ll pick it up
by the handle and
trot to the tanyard

anyone know where the nearest tanyard is




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