SUPER DECOY

Well, they called him "Super Decoy"
As they sat around the clubhouse,
For he bragged there was no dog he couldn't train.
So they said, "Agitate for Ring:
You will find it's just your thing,
Provided you are fond of feeling pain !"

He hollered "Send the brute !"
As he climbed into the suit.
He declared, "Ring agitation is a breeze !
I shall never come to harm !"
As he offered up his arm
To a G.S.D. who hit below the knees !

He strolled onto the field
To shake hands with the handler:
"Bonjour, Monsieur, comment allez-vous?"
Without being "fass"ed ,
The Rott defended her master
With a thigh bite that was crushing, black and blue !

He was hiding in the blind
As the Terv was sent to "Find !"
She discovered him and then began to bark.
So he tried to make a run,
As he fired off his gun,
The Terv attacked his ankle like a shark !

He fled far down the field
Running fifteen miles and hour,
'Till the Malinois grabbed him by the ass.
Well, the Decoy was fast,
But the Malinois was "fass"ter;
So the Super Decoy landed in the grass !

He thought his moves were quick,
As he shook his bamboo stick,
And he faced the Bouv with menace in his eyes.
"Now I know I'll do my best,
'Cause this is just a Courage Test."
But her crotch bite gave his "courage" a surprise !

They still call him "Super Decoy"
As he wheelchairs 'round the clubhouse
And admits there might be more he needs to learn.
"Well, I thought I was fast,
But these Ring dogs are "fass"ter:
Soon as I've healed, I'll want another turn!"

Now the Moral of my story,
Though my story's pretty gory,
Is " Let your macho to some wisdom yield :
Buy the best suit that you can
Then talk Ringsport like a man;
But never let them send you on the field !"