Ode to Mojo

My sweetie had a flash of creative writing this morning (likely inspired by his bearing personal witness to my brother putting random thoughts to song), which does a pretty fine job capturing the essence of Stinky McCrapalot. I wasn’t thinking of posting it, but the more I go back and reread it, the more I love it, so in it goes---

(Set to "Yellow")

Look at that dog
Look how he likes to poo
And act all cuckoo
He is called Mojo

He loves to run
And pee on every tree
And eat stuff in the street
He is called Mojo

Oh yeah, he likes to chew on bones
But don't try to get him in the bath
You know, he'll run around 'til he gets dry
You know he'll get himself dry

It's true
Look how he looks at you
His sideways head, it's so cute
Look how he looks

Look at that dog
Look how he likes to poo
And act all cuckoo
He is called Mojo