My Bitch

My bitch is in heat
Strange hounds at the door
She was my angel
Now she’s a whore

She struts like a strumpet
Her ears cocked on-high
Manically sniffing for
Her kind of guy

My bitch is in heat
Her anatomy’s changed
When she sees a stud
She becomes quite deranged

She whines in the morning
And howls through the night
Her puppy-dog eyes say
I want to ride

My bitch is in heat
And at my wife’s insistence
She must wear a muzzle
And socially distance