Priscilla Gets Her Way With Love

Priscilla Gets Her Way With Love By Elton Camp Prissy’s ears extend well below her chin And to a bi tch she is the very next of kin And she has long whiskers on her face Once-a-month bath she finds no disgrace Her hair is very short even atop her head And kind words she never once has said By giving love to others, she gets her way There’s no need for her to have much to say For marriage, Prissy has not the least desire She belongs to whoever becomes her buyer She has never learned how to read or write And in the fine arts, she takes no delight But her big eyes will melt even the hard heart So that from her they will not want to depart You may not think Priscilla is very regal But she is just fine since she’s a Beagle