Baron the Bassett Hound

Baron was famous in my town, he was a good friends dog. I personally witnessed all the events on this poem. R.I.P Baron.

Baron the Basset Hound

There once was a hound, his name was Baron
He was king of his castle, over off Faraon
Had big sad eyes, was as big as a wagon
But it seemed his Peter, was always dragging

Baron was a smart dog, and he had to know
That his tallywacker, was dragging in the snow
His belly just cleared, but his johnson not so much
People loved him, but his penis always touched

I guess after a while, the end would turn to callus
So poor old baron, wasn't very smooth on his phallus
Didn't seem to bother him, not in the least
His Peter draggin, on the hot concrete

Not that I looked , but his thing was huge
I guess you'd expect that, and bruised
He never complained, but never got laid
But if for dragging his dick he got paid,
Baron would be rich, beyond his wildest dreams
Rich little poodle dogs, rubbing him with creams.

Dear old Baron Died one day,
found him laying by the fire, where he stayed
Didn't have the heart, to bury him face down
Didn't want his dick ,to get rubbed in the ground
So on his back, Baron lays
All these years, right to today