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.
Awwwwww! That is brilliant!
I’ve gone all squidgey inside………
I left out the verse that goes:
Bark bark bark bark
Bark bark bark bark bark
Bark bark bark bark
SHUTTUPFORCHRISSAKE.
Yup. I’d go along with that.
A squidgey Grandad!
Now theres a title for you K8.
Keep them coming.
And GOD doth say
A brain the size of a walnut
A collie ye shall be
with falling fur and high pitched voice
and door scratching nails for you
you’ll learn quite fast though not for long
that walnut fills up quick
walk down the street and walk without fear
a trail of hair you leave
make sure you rub and rub again
visitors shall take 4 kilos home
remember with pride that you’re a dog
Yes, I said you’re a dog!!!! Now get off the couch!!!
Sandy walked into a bar….
The bartender said, “Hey why the long face?”
ARF ARF!
Speaking of dogs… I was woken this morning by my two year old daughter barking and licking my face.
I really wouldn’t be surprised if Wouldye called me ‘mommy’ today. Maybe I should enroll him in the local school and keep said child at home in the garden.
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