The Dogs All Had A Meeting
The dogs all had a meeting, and they came from near and far.
Some came by trolley, and others came by car.
 Before they were allowed within to even have a look,
They had to take their assholes off and hang 'em on a hook.
But as soon as they were all within, every mother's son and sire,
 Some yellow-bellied son of a bitch, he went and hollered, "Fire!".
They got their assholes all mixed up which made them rather sore,
 To have to wear some old asshole, they'd never worn before.
And that is why you'll often see, while walking down the street,
Two dogs will smell each others ass, where and when they meet.
And that is why they'll often leave a juicy steak or bone,
And go and smell some old asshole, in hopes they'll find their own.
(Immortalia)