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Thursday, September 07, 2006

 

Songs for Dogs

He loves writing songs
  About his faithful dog.
Songs like 'You're so Green'
  Were once about his frog.

But the frog doesn't like them.
  I think that's coz he's dead.
And I think that's coz he caught a vase
  With his froggie head.

That happened to the dog once.
  He didn't seem to mind.
In fact it seemed to help him
  In his attempts to find

All the things he buried,
  Like someone's flower-filled hat.
He found the frog as well,
  But he hadn't buried that.

He knows his name and address.
  I doubt if he knows yours.
He gets confused by the phrase
  'Walking on all fours'.

His owner's wife loves this dog.
  She tells him so each day.
She loves it when he jumps on her
  When she says 'sit' or 'stay'.

She took him to a dog show.
  He won a special prize
For refusing to wake up
  At every frightening noise.

She was very proud,
  And she kissed him on the nose.
The other dogs felt stupid
  In their doggie shoes and clothes.

She met a man who owned
  A friendly Labrador.
The dogs became good friends
  And their masters became more.

They said they'd like to meet,
  To see each other soon.
They arranged a meeting
  For an autumn afternoon,

In a quiet country pub
  Where the regulars could think,
And blend in with their background,
  Disappearing via drink.

For her the world felt newer.
  With him she felt more free.
She didn't feel surrounded
  By familiarity.

A freshness to the sights
  And the cool September air,
That filled these autumn afternoons,
  A new style for her hair.

She thought she'd need to change
  The exterior of her head
To match the new interior.
  She dyed it slightly red.

But the thrill began to wane
  And this new world lost its hold.
This bright new place became
  As familiar as the old.

And the old world became newer
  When her husband bought a hat
To complete his wizard costume.
  She liked the look of that.

He taught the dog new tricks,
  In a voice both clear and strong,
As a wizard with a broom stick,
  Through the medium of song.

The dog paid close attention
  And he learnt the tricks with ease.
In one of them he had to wear
  A beard of bumble bees.

She smiled and felt relieved.
  This was all she sought.
Her old familiar world
  Was more exciting than she thought.






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