"The Daily Sketch says that the latest from Paris are pet-dog perfumes. Already there are a dozen different kinds, made up in tiny phials. The cost works out at 7/6 a drop."
I have a dog -- a real he-hound
And when I read him this sad stuff,
He rolled a large, brown eye around
And savagely commented "Whuff!"
I gathered, from his curling lip,
How with it he would wipe the mat
If once he had within his grip
A supper-sissy pup like that.
And, if I sought with purpose grim
To scent him so, he'd turn and bite
The hand that fed and scented him,
And, on the whole -- 'twould serve me right.
First published in The Sun-News Pictorial, 29 September 1927
Author reference sites: C.J. Dennis, Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography, Australian Poetry Library
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