“God” rendered as an anagram
is a type of wordplay.
It’s bent to reveal a canine
that at the moon might bay.
When gone beyond a bay and glower…
your skin might start to fray
owed to biting discomfort that annoys,
really annoys.
Fie on hide-biting discomfort that annoys!

Then a rent leg is what you’ll feel
or a butt roughly torn.
Such canines can cause much danger
if a muzzle’s not borne.
Yes, this mutt scourge ain’t rare…scary.
Is it this way they’re born—
for sore biting discomfort that annoys,
really annoys?
Knife-like thigh-biting discomfort that annoys.

Fear-wrought you’ll be when a danger
of this type is in sight.
Hope that it at least ain’t mangy
as it homes in to bite.
The question: Is it nurture? Is
it nature…a birthright,
oh that biting discomfort that annoys,
really annoys?
Might be signs of each when chomper tines deploy.

Dog-rendered skin and gashèd gams
go well beyond mere play.
Dismemberment by bad canines
means a hospital stay.
Or it could mean your final hour
before you pass away
from bold bitings that cause to be deployed
makeup-mask ploys
like plies from Thanatogenous-tries Joyboy.*