Worried Neighbors

I find no joy in sniffing rocks.
But tell that to my friend!
I tried it once, but my left knee locks
and my back refuses to bend.

I dropped to my hands and knees one day,
stuck my nose down near the ground,
and, Oh, what a price I had to pay
when the medics came around.

I popped and snapped like a cannon shot,
you’d have thought it was World War III.
The rescue team really laughed a lot,
what a comical sight to see.

So Maggie and I have struck a deal:
she’ll continue to smell the rocks
and I will refrain from that wretched ordeal,
I’ll just hug every tree on the block.

Now aren’t we simply a proper pair
a rock sniffing dog and a tree hugging bloke?
But we both enjoy the fresh morning air,
although we worry the neighborhood folks!

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