On all fours, facing the dog, Earl drops.
Grrr, says Earl, grrr grrr!
Pit Bull with bared teeth and ready to lunge
hears Earl (grrr!), and closes its chops, turns tail.
Earl gets up, grabs a close-by beer, gulping it deep
three or four or five, and takes a breath.
Ha ha ha, he fists the can and punches it flat,
ramming the wall until his hand bleeds.
Now, says Earl, you try.