Electric Dog (by Pete Hughes)

The idea came to him while on the bog.
He'd make himself an electric dog.
He'd spare no effort and no expense.
His focus would be so intense.

He'd study hard and strive and toil.
He'd use mechanical stuff and oil
And some of that electric juice
Which we humans seem so keen to use.

He strove for hours and days and weeks.
He stayed up late like all good geeks.
He forgot to eat, he forgot to wash.
He forgot that Conservatives are posh (Twats).

And all the while, calmly watching the boss
Sat Benji, his loyal collie-cross,
Growing gradually weaker and thinner,
And wondering when he'd next get his dinner.