Dog Tale City was lit up by the moon,
Bella the Yorkshire Terrier was full of gloom,
Stuck in her unemployment gloom.
Eyes full of fear for her future
That flows to her core
But to Bichon Frise Max her struggles are a bore.
High in his mansion in the hills,
His glass he fills and fills,
Ensures everyone knows he worked all his life
And criticises those whose future the recession cut like a knife.
Max was given opportunities in better times,
They could have been on different sides of the lines
With a simple twist of their times but that’s how fate aligns.