Today we present “Posh Werewolves” a poem by Danath, who has written furry stories and poems for over 25 years and is the author of Posh Werewolves and Other Erotic Furry Poems.

Read for you by Rob MacWolf — werewolf hitchhiker.

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You’re

listening

to

The

Voice

of

Dog.

This

is

Rob

MacWolf

your

fellow

traveler,

and

Today

we

present “Posh

Werewolves”

a

poem

by

Danath,

who

has

written

furry

stories

and

poems for over 25

years and is the

author

of

Posh

Werewolves

and

Other

Erotic

Furry Poems.

Please

enjoy


“Posh Werewolves”

by

Danath

Uwu,

my

good fellow,

and

how

do

you

do?
I

see that

like

me

you’re

a

posh

werewolf

too
I

can

tell

right

away

from

the

wave

of your cane
Handled with elegance one simply can’t

feign
Your

attire

is

spotless

and

charmingly

dapper
That 3-piece

suit

proves

that

you’re

no

whippersnapper
Your

eyes

are

quite

yellow

with

pupils

quite

black
In

terms

of

brute

strength,

it’s

one

thing

you

don’t

lack
Monocle,

top

hat,

and

long

fluffy

tail
Despite

our

bad

fame,

they

won’t

take

you

to

jail
You’re

far

too

impressive

for

a

place

quite

so

low
Like

me

you’ve

got

business,

no

time

to

go

slow
The

time,

you

say?

Though

you

can

tell

by

the

moon
Past

midnight

and

I

could

do

well

for a

croon
Perhaps

you’re

like

me

and

you’re

out

on

the

prowl
Perhaps you’re

like

me

and

your

stomach

does

growl
When

our

good

looks

render

bait

superfluous
The

meals

we

partake

don’t

put

up any

fuss
I

like

to

impress

with a

swanky

demeanor
I

do

what

I

can can

to

avoid

the

dry

cleaner
It’s

easier

to

chase

a cute

prey

in

the

bar
When

buying

them

drinks

during

two-for-one

hour
Though

we

often

consider

ourselves

solo

hunters
How

about

we

team

up

for

a

go

at

the

punters?
Surely

the

two

of

us

are

that

much

more

impressive
We’ll

draw

a

great

crowd

and

deliver

a

It’s

the

night

of

posh

werewolves,

full

moon

and

all
Don’t

be

so

alarmed

since we’re

handsome

and

tall
We’ll

catch

them

all

up

and

have

ourselves

a

feast
And

show

them

that

under

these

gentlewolves

lies

a

beast



This

was “Posh Werewolves” by Danath, read for you by Rob MacWolf, a

much

less posh

Werewolf

Hitchhiker.

As

always,

you

can

find

more

stories

and

poetry

on

thevoice.dog,

or wherever

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podcasts.

Thank

you

for

listening

to

The

Voice

of

Dog.