Haven't finished it, yet,
The prospect of watching dogs learn to think,
Seemed like a book for vets,
And that their gift should be bestowed by gods,
My god, what year is this?
Next one of the dogs will dress like a bitch,
Then, funny, be mounted by one bewitched,
Or they'll all band together to save us,
From global climate change,
In the final scene, the world will unite,
Dogs released from their cage,
But it's not that,
At least not up to now,
It's like I have myself just learned to think,
Wond'ring why I haven't put myself down.