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Going To The Dogs

Three Three Four Norm Meggitt, Wagon C-Six Eight,

Had a date with destiny, and now has met his fate.

Driving west on Terminal, and stopping at Quebec,

When suddenly his wagon, was involved in quite a wreck.

Norm was stopped and waiting for, the light to change from red,

When a mighty jolt behind him, caused Norm to hit his head.

He got out of his wagon, and walked towards the rear,

Stomped towards the other truck, whose driver shook in fear.

Let me see your licence, growled Norman with a huff,

The other driver looked at him, and just responded "Ruff".

Don't give me any back talk, said Norman getting mad,

Just let me see your licence, and he reached into the cab.

Still not hearing any answer, he took a closer peek,

And wondered why the driver here, still refused to speak.

The driver turned and looked at him, with a black and hairy face,

Then suddenly, Norm shuddered, and his heart began to race.

He let out with a mighty gasp, then stepped back in the street,

The driver jumped down from the truck, and landed on four feet.

He trotted to a hydrant, and then lifted up a limb,

And dampened down the fireplug, with Norman watching him.

For the driver of this GMC, who hit Norman from behind,

Was a member of the Canine race, the German Shepard kind.

Now why the dog was driving, this battered Chevy truck,

Involved in such an MVA, well that's just Norman's kind of luck.

PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 85-09-24 (25)