Ode to Prudence

It's not often that poetry moves me but.....

I love my old dog

But she doesn't half stink

Of slightly weak bladder.

And who would think

that a Golden Retriever 

Could belch like a drunk?

Or fart so bad(ly) 

She'd embarrass a skunk?

With breath that could fell

a 200 hundredweight hog

I don't half love my malodorous dog.

Is there an opening for a new Poet Laureate? Damn, I think the position has just been filled.