Reply #20: Pack hunting [View All]

[sweetheart]

You know how wild dogs hunt,
when they run after a herd,
one bites at the front,
second neck bites, rear leg bit third.

Down the beast goes,
flashing white teeth, viscous snarls.
blood tearing, last dying throes,
ruthless consumers growling out quarrels.

Six teeth in rumsfleld,
beast wobbling ever so,
move east with new war rommel,
and the furher'll make iran glow.
Dogs take him down in a pack,
nothing but teeth, rumsfeld big mack.