Wolfgang Howl
By John Kaniecki
On a moonless eve
When clouds shroud the sky
They gather their instruments
in a growl
They are the Wolfgang Howl
The darkest heavy metal band
Rocking any land
A fine canine gang
Cursing in fluent slang
The lead singer
Is Abdul the cool pit bull
On bass with a pudgy face
Is Rex with paws of grace
Shredding the electronic axe
The mighty Doberman Jack
Playing drums with his tail
Is Bert the mutt with a wild
wail
There is a host of foxes back
stage
All underage
No punk cats dare go
To the rocking show
“We are the Wolfgang Howl
with drooling fangs”
“Our songs are supreme with
the biggest of bangs”
“Give us some steaks we don’t
want any bones”
“We are royal dogs sitting on
golden thrones”
“We run in the day we prowl
in the night”
“We do more than bark we’re
willing to fight”
Their album went platinum
They were number one
All of the mailmen were
overcome
And we’re put on the run
The Wolfgang Howl proud and
defiant
They came together meeting at
a fire hydrant
But alas they all got fat and
lazy
Jack went acoustic and Abdul
went crazy
They split vowing never to
reunite no more
But alas it came to pass they
had a fair well tour
Because despite all of their
flaws
They were true to the cause
And they liked the money for
sure
Enter the poetic world of John Kaniecki.....
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