My best buddy has four paws and a tail
Moves like a lightning bolt, not a crawling snail
And if he sees a squirrel, he’ll blaze a trail
You’ve guessed it… he’s my dog!
He goes like the clappers for a ball or a stick
Can be bribed with a treat to perform any trick
And his unmentionables often gets a lick
You’ve guessed it… he’s my dog!
He’s always there when I’m feeling down
He takes no notice of my scowling frown
And is often sticking his nose in something brown
You’ve guessed it… he’s my dog!
When he cocks his leg something’s getting scented
Shout “Walkies, boy!” and he goes demented
And when he passes wind he is unrepented
You’ve guessed it… he’s my dog!
What he can’t eat today… he’ll bury for tomorrow
Destroys the house with no pretence of sorrow
And he’ll take what he wants… doesn’t ask to borrow
You’ve guessed it… he’s my dog!
Petrifying the postman is his primary aim
He has selective hearing when I call his name
When he humps in public… only I feel shame
You’ve guessed it…he’s my dog!
He does more exploring than Sir Ranulph Fiennes
Acquaints himself by sniffing the bottoms of other canines
And loves food and toys not poetic rhymes
You’ve guessed it… he’s my dog!
When he brings his toy he’s ready to play
He’ll spring into action any time of day
Whether pedigree or a mongrel stray
I love him coz… he’s my dog!
Though he’s despised by the cat he doesn’t bear a grudge
When he’s asleep on the sofa he will not budge
And of character he is a discerning judge
You’ve guessed it… he’s my dog!
But he’s my little buddy with a heart-melting face
He’s not judgemental… doesn’t see age nor race
And by my side… always has a place
You’ve guessed it… he’s my dog!
Words: Michael Major (England, UK) (Copyright)
Image: rawpixel.com
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About the author
Michael Major
Michael Major is a social conscience poet and author of Kafka for Our Time – Journeys of discovery. He lives in the UK with his dog Kira.
