Note: If your name is Max and you are not a lanky poodle crossed with a cocker spaniel, this poem is not about you!
Max, the Mad Rooter, turned up in town
Where he focused his eyes on wee Jock
And thought “Here’s a likely partner”
Didn’t matter they both had a cock!
Well, Jock didn’t like the attention
And leapt up on his own little chair
But Max wasn’t put off so easily
He was happy just humping the air.
So Jock thought “I’m safe”, and jumped down to the ground
But Max thought “Now, here’s my chance”
And he kept humping and jumping as Jock ran around
And led Max a fine merry dance.
When Max, the Mad Rooter, left Salmon Gums
Jock could finally relax in his chair
He was safe from unwanted attention
And could again freely run anywhere.
Max moved to the next camp location
And searched for new partners to hump
And Val would keep saying ” Don’t do that!”
And give him a tap on the rump.
But Max, the Mad Rooter, could not be deterred
Even though he was, in fact, neutered,
He continued to hump whenever he could
‘Til at the end of the day he was rooted!