Weenie Dog!

Daschund daschund daschund
Creates a lasting image
One that defies belief
More than we could envisage

She runs and carries
Pork sausages between her teeth
Bounding across patches of grass
That wee sausage-pinching thief

It crosses my mind to steal them back
But who am I to spoil the fun?
We waggled our bums at the butcher
Before running off into the sun