Your fresh bleached head
And melanomic shoulders,
Have firmed up my dissolve
And blued my boulders.

I coo baby talk nonsense
In response to your growlings,
Then try to make some sense of it all.

Patting your poop shoot
And scoop up your droppings,
Just like a gay man and his,
Like a gay man and his,
Like a gay man and his dog.

Bark, barky hound.
Ruff, ruffle mutt.
That yapping bitch has made a knot out of my gut.

Muzz, muzzle cur.
Yank yanky leash.
I snuggle up to you and leave without a flea,
No chance of stray rabies,
But will you bark a tale I no capiche?

The neighbors' dogs
Doth too much serenade me,
And homicidal fantasies invade me.

I find myself smitten, romantically driven,
Emotionally lost in a fog.

Squeezing your collar,
Scratching your heinie,
Just like a gay man and his dog.
Just like a gay man and his dog.

A gay, gay man,
Gay, gay man,
Gay, gay man and his dog.