A poem on the news that the Queen has succeeded in crossing a dachshund with a corgi, thus producing a dorgi
All royal dogs should please the Queen,
But two seemed out of form,
For each possessed a canine gene
That differed from the norm.
The dachshund much too long had grown,
The corgi much too squat,
And thus it was the two were thrown
Into the melting pot.
The coupling was a brief affair
With both dogs being short,
And in due course a ‘dorgi’ heir
Enhanced the royal court.
Some say the creature growls and snaps
But who knows what is true?
The palace keeps it under wraps
And out of public view.
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