Now, I know in every specialist field,
Thereís a certain kind of patter,
To decide at length and make some sense,
Of things that really matter.
Thereís computer jibe and hi-tec vibe,
Itís enough to make you reel.
But none of these brings unease
Like the "Doggie Personís" spiel.
If you thought C.Cs were a kind of chip,
And B.I.G meant something large,
Youíre not along if you feel confused,
To the novice itís quite a barrage.
A "monorchid" is not an exotic flower,
"Close coulpled" is not romantic,
"Lay back" is not an attitude,
Itís enough to make you frantic.
A "staring coat" is not a garment with eyes,
"Sway back" is not a kind of dance.
"Tucked up" is not what you do in bed,
"Set up" is not a fraud, but a stance.
"Undershot" isnít a misfired gun,
And a "Gay tail" is not a nancy.
This terminology can be tough,
On those not of the fancy.
"Cow hocks" are not strictly bovine,
A "Good-doer" is not always a saint.
A "Down face" can often be cheerful,
If you think "smut" is rude, well it ainít!
A "Shoulder" can sometimes be "Bossy",
A "Stern" can often be "High",
A "Stifle" should always be "Well bent",
But what on earth is a good "Second Thigh".
If you find this all too confusing,
Over you head and sick of the hype,
And you just want to baffle the experts,
Ah! But isnít he loaded with "TYPE"