Mutated Smelly Dog

• Brayden Cockerell
• Poetry
• 2005

There once was a colour-blind dog,
Who dived into mutating bog,
Thinking that it was grog.

He quickly jumped out,
When he smelt with his snout,
A toxic smell, no doubt.

He felt weird,
So he sneered and leered,
And then he peered,
It was just what he feared.

He saw himself with 16 legs,
And he smelled like rotten eggs,
Boy! Did he need nose pegs.

But even though he smelt like rotten eggs,
He became famous from his legs,
But everyone had to where nose pegs.