Mutt Style

She had no idea what the dog was barking at.
All she was doing was trying on a hat.
It couldn't be that her pet's agitation
Was because he hated her sense of fashion?

"Hush, little puppy, don't bark a word
Mamma's going to buy this hat (so absurd)
And if that absurd hat sets you barking,
Mamma's gonna get a ticket for parking.

"And if that ticket for parking is heavy
Mamma's gonna stop driving the Chevvy ..."
She stopped singing in her head
And turned to the canine instead.

"What's the matter, what's the matter?
You think there's something wrong with the hatter?"
The dog, he barked, the dog he growled
The dog he woofed, he choked, he howled.

It was no use, he would not stop
And every customer in the hatter's shop
Was ready to leave without buying
All that noise was very trying!

Finally, "You win, I lose,
Another hat I shall choose."
And, somewhat in haste,
She picked one to her doggy's taste.

Then he stopped the awful noise
And behaved elegantly, with poise.
The other customers, with good cheer
Bought some haute-couture headgear.

As they exited, a fellow shopper commented,
"Your dog's taste is to be complimented."
"Hush, hush, or he'll try the same ruse
Next door, while I choose my shoes!"

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