There once was a guard dog called Charlie;
his job, to protect a man's Harley.
Thieves broke in, listening to Marley,
to steal the man's Harley,
but that's when 'ol Charlie got gnarly.
They pulled out their nine's,
shot Charley ten times, the results were really quite ghastly.
But the robbers did time,
the Harley was fine,
And now Charlies as dead
as Chris Farley.
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Hmm. Not exactly Shakespeare, is it.