「THE MORING GOOLIES」Bucci’s sole passion was food, fish to radish anything wolfed. Reservoir trail was where he pooed, as Andy harassed crude ’n rude. The golden canine looked down on Karine, as he was Zeus unbeatable woof. Remember the day we drove red PJ, to Stanley you swam like a dog almighty. Now you’re gone we’re again alone though drool remains Persian carpet stains.

JB Editorial Team THE MORNING GOOLIES 「Daily Milk