Miss Mavis

“Off to Miss Mavis”, my wifey exclaimed!

The groomer of stardom, for which she is famed.

Stinky and matted, crusty and gray.

Tattered and frazzled from our long night of play.

Perhaps there was gum on the bench where we sat,

Or sap under the tree where we stopped for a nap.

Maybe it came from that big garbage pile.

We played there yesterday for a very long while.

But Ahhhhh…

Smelly socks and shoes with big holes.

Leftover burgers, and old chili bowls!

We licked every morsel in doggie delight,

And slept in the mud through the warm city night.

Sun-up gave view to the state of us two.

You smell awful, and I’m covered in goo.

Miss Mavis will clean us up in a flash,

So, we can go out and find our next pile of trash.