My dream to be a model

Took an unexpected turn,

Success would be reality,

I soon began to learn.

 

The mistress had a camisole

She was too fat to wear,

And yet she couldn’t throw it out,

No, that she couldn’t bear.

 

But now it served her purpose well,

“Come try this on,” she said,

And next thing that I knew 

She had it pulled over my head.

 

She tied the straps beneath my chin, 

And stuck my arms right through 

The tiny armholes that were left,

And said, “There, that will do.”

 

“This shirt prevents your urge to lick

And nibble at your stitches

Or else we have to use the cone

Which I know you don’t wishes.”

 

Just one more knot behind my back

To hold the shirt in place

And now I am the prettiest dog

In all the doggy race.

 

A lady vet took out my lump

She clipped off my long nails

They’d drugged me first just to be sure

That there would be no wails.

 

So now I’m in the model line,

I got my photos done,

If  looking for a runway star,

You know that I’m the one.