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.