This ‘effin’ boop-dog thinks he’s top goose,
been fraggin’ me with no excuse ‘ceptin’ its
near enough tucker-time - that’s ‘is license
to act cosy and familiar when he’d keep ‘is
distance in case it’s bath day, and - judging
by the stink of him, t’isn’t far away, so I play
palsy-walsy ‘n rub ‘is ears boosting th’ ego
before bundling ‘im into th’ tub
cheap sleight of hand and I’m th’ one cast t’
suds; tho’ he pays patience wisely - stands
resigned to kindly massage with only weak
attempts at escape. Mate, he agrees, ‘tis a
certain irony there, but for me
energy required by bathing me
© 27 September 2013, I. D. Carswell
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