Yeah Dogs - A Poem

[With sincerest apologies to Heywood Banks, that virtuoso of the Toastmaster 4-Slice.]

[NOTE: This one isn't 100% politically correct; nothing spiteful, understand, just trying to use every possible word that rhymes with 'dog' in this one.]

In the magazines and all the blogs.
People say what makes them all agog.
It isn't parakeets, or potbelly hogs.
We always say how we love dogs.

YEAH DOGS!
YEAH DOGS!

Out in the morning for my daily jog.
Breathing in a lungful of nice fresh smog.
Nearly fall as I slip on a fresh-laid log.
I wish people would clean up after their dogs.
I love dogs.

YEAH DOGS!
YEAH DOGS!

At a party, meet a girl who's sipping eggnog.
Gives me a smile as I pour fresh grog.
Hoping I can give her a big ol' snog.
Walk away quick cause she doesn't like dogs.
I love dogs.

YEAH DOGS!
YEAH DOGS!

Travelled all over, met krauts and frogs.
Even lived in lands that are ruled by wogs.
One thing I learned as I through-the-world slogged:
People everywhere just love their dogs!
I love dogs.

YEAH DOGS!
YEAH DOGS!

Michael Vick escapes into the bog.
Chasing him hard, as we run and slog.
He won't get away through the mire and fog,
'Cause revenge is coming from our bloodhound dogs.

YEAH DOGS!
YEAH DOGS!

In America, but maybe not Korea . . .

YEAH DOGS!