Full of concentration
Quivering in anticipation
Only one year born
With only a form
To protect this little beast
From being my dogs feast
Like a bullet from a gun
The run has now begun
Forget all it's strife
This is a race for it's life
Feet deep in the slop
It's a question of which will drop
With every twist and turn
The foes feel the burn
The dog is boxing clever
This is not it's first endeavour
With the dog almost above her
Old lepus makes it to cover
I don't know about that mate, I mean a few hits on a bong made a particular idiot think he could jump off Mount Snowdon and fly like a bird.
We are talking LSD material here.
How wrong you are Francie lad, like most things.
I said I was heavier than I've ever been, never been close to fat I'll have you know. ?
As you can see, weed free folk don't have hygiene problems.