Freshened Up Me Deodorant (with a bit of dead cockatoo)

He’s an old dog, paid
his dues, doesn’t have
to cavort and caper
like he used to; not
that he couldn’t mind
you, still cavorts with the
best – whaddya mean
WITH, he IS the best!

His grouse today is he
thought a tad of sympathy
was due from the man
sitting defenceless in the
loo – but gets the ‘go away’
shoo of the hand. The words
‘you stink’ seem to excuse
an affection lacking.

Hmm, he thinks, I bathed in
the dam, rolled in the mud,
coated myself with horse
dung and freshened up me
deodorant with a bit of
dead cockatoo. What’s
the problem with the man,
male menopause?
© I.D. Carswell 2007-01-26

For Scud(lington), Jack Russell Terrier