An Ode to Pibble

I wake up this morning, thoughts a jumble

Pit nuts, they brought on the law of the Jungle!

Some call me a cad, a nut, a liar, a sinner

To hell with that: Pit Bull, its whats for dinner!

Dog attacks on the rise, look out below

Bad times, yes, but do not wallow!

You should not despair, you sad fellas

For .308 Winchester is on sale at Cabelas!

I chose my rifle and ammo, so proudly

This is politically incorrect, must lie loudly!

Put on hat, vest, step out into the morning air

Tell them all, I am off to hunt "Bear"!

Pit Bull lovers, so incredibly bitchy

Can't compete with my trigger finger, so itchy!

Pit Bull at large, a great many

Feel the blast from my 700 Remmy!

Pick out the ingredients with care,

Its dinner at my place, if you dare!

Dog for dinner, you laugh, you squeal?

Indeed, a Pit Bull makes a fine meal!

I heat water to boiling in the pot

This one dead before he heard the shot!

I turn up the heat, careful not to burn

Soon, it'll be time to eat "Pibble" in return!

Chop up vegetables, spices so fine

Should I soak my kill in refrigerated brine?

I have a great recipe that cannot be beat,

Pit Bull, the new white meat!

The meat is too tough, you rebuff

Has it been in the pot long enough?

It will be like an old boot, you moan

Wrong, that meat will slide right off the bone!

You look so tired, would you like to stay over?

Pit Nuts looking for me, don't blow my cover

I promise to entertain, not to be a bore...

Pit Bulls, they're not just for breakfast anymore!