K8
Apr 10th, 2007
Apr 10th, 2007
Ode to Sandy
This is a poem for Sandy, Grandad’s faithful mutt.
I brought a puppy home one day.
Bring it back! No hope! No way!
These words were spoken far too often;
Pup in arms, his heart did soften.
She chewed it all, she peed on floors,
Molted hairs and scratched the doors.
Forgotten now is naughty Rover;
Fluffy puppy love took over.
Parting now would be disaster.
Bearded buddies, dog and master.
Tennis balls contented sighs,
Collie fur devoted eyes.
Best of friends for ever more
Grandad, Sandy, chair and floor.