Ode to my Bazil
A fun poem about my dog who used to be so naughty
I am a good boy despite the odd problem
Who knows I might wag my tail
Sometimes I feel uneasy, I get depressed
Yes you’ve guessed it I do foul
Who cares where I do it, as long as I can
The hallway and kitchen floor
I get a good clip and you naughty boy
Sometimes I’m kicked out of the door
It’s not so exciting chasing a ball
Or handing you my paw
Do you know what its like sleeping a round
It really can be a bore
You take for granted eating a meal
Try doing it with no hands
What about cleaning or having a wash
All that fur on your tongue, Oh man
You got to bed all comfy and cosy
On a mattress as thick as can be
If I jump on too, all I get is abuse
Hey you what about me ?
I’m not that selfish you can share the floor
You can share my water bowl too
You can give me your hand or roll around
At least I’m thinking of you
What’s wrong with me on the sofa
My bum gets cold on the floor
When I’m still hungry, you know I can’t speak
So how do I ask for more?
I sing to your music my beautiful howl
Why do you cover your ears?
You really don’t know, I am a good singer
Personally, I should be dog of the year
Woof
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On 19th Aug 2006 at 08:30 PM rachel cann said...
ah yes I am forever chastising mine for getting up on my bed. i'll have to go out tomorrow an dget him some padding. ho wmean we moms can be. thank you!