The Twelve Days Of Christmas

On the 11th day of Christmas
The children called for him
But the dog, he never heard them
He was sniffing in a bin

On the 10th day of Christmas
The dog was lost and sad
He longed greatly for his family
The home that he once had

On the 9th day of Christmas
A stranger chanced along
The dog unsure, wondered
Might this man take him home?

On the 7th day of Christmas
The dog now weak and tired
Was popped into a sack bag
Which the stranger firmly tied

On the 5th day of Christmas
The dog was thirsty, cold
His body hurting badly
Tangled were his bones

On the 4th day of Christmas
A man approached the door
He hauled some dogs out roughly
Threw them on the floor

On the 2nd day of Christmas
The man came for the dog
He swiftly hacked off all his paws
Threw him in the boiling pot

And so it was on Christmas morn
The dog was still alive
Left to suffer 
Agonies
Till he mercifully died.
(Marion  Price) 2017
(The dogmeat trade cats and dogs are tortured in terrible ways for as long as possible in the belief the meat tastes better)