Byte size Bites (a true story)

Years ago I had an Alsation named Goofy
He was 1 year old…boisterous and loony
The distinct features were his long jaw and sharp canine teeth
His bites would send you six feet beneath

Then came Fred, a newly-wed entrepreneur
Employed to improve my house for sure

Fred loved to talk to Goofy
Goofy regarded his talk baloney
There was no din between those two
How tense the relationship I absolutely had no clue

One day Goofy was released from his cage
Fred, behind the grille front gate, thought his safety was gauged
Was deep in conversation, with his hands gesticulating
The next minute Fred’s hands were on his manhood covering
Goofy jaw caught the bulging part with a snap
Fred gave a yap!

Hoppity-hop Fred disappeared behind the shed
I was too transfixed by the snap on poor Fred
At last Fred appeared stripped to his boxer shorts
With moist eyes and pale face, he blurted out his reports

“I am saved by my thick pants and shorts as you could see
But could you please ring my wife with this plea
Tell her the teeth mark on my ball
Is a bite by Goofy and not by a DOLL!”