Ickle's Pickle

Mr & Mrs. Ickle Dorrit
Have a little dog and they adore it
But in the barn they did ignore it
Causing them dismay, cause they thought it ran away

That fine lady Liz the Squeak
Saw Mr. Dorrit and heard him speak
"It's my Little Pebbles that I seek
I think (s)hes run away, I don't know what to say

Well they scoured the car park and down the lanes
calling little Pebbles names.
Seached all the houses behind the pub
About to call the stewards but here's the rub
He didn't go anywhere
He was sleeping under a chair (Poetic Licence from a lryical whore)

Mr. or Mrs. GUEST Gargoyle
For a fight he/she does spoil
Causes Sharons blood to boil
She wants to dip Gargoyle in oil
And burried neath six feet of soil
No more our Challenges try to foil
The fighting words were said to liz
To face the challenge hers or his
I'll tell you what My answer is
I wrote about the mutt, and GUEST can kiss my butt