Well - this week's Poetry Stretch asked us to write a clerihew. Short, humorous, biographical in nature... a/a/b/b...
So - I decided to have a little fun at the expense of my poor gastrointestinally-challenged canine...
P-ewwwwww Clerihew (an Ode to Gunther)
My dog is just a dear,
But his belly is something else, I fear.
Daily he releases toxic flatus,
Requiring us to use a breathing apparatus!