03 May 2016

Dogs Life



Lucky we got our walk in easy I say to my best pal 
Podge, who grins slyly querying whether the piece 
of chocolate cake I’m eating is to be shared; mate, 
I protest, your dog-bowl, alright, plate’s still got the 
remains of last night’s chicken clunkers, with three 
necks left of six - and you’re mooching on me; gee 
if the clothesline Kookaburras see what you’re into 
leaving wastefully uneaten they’ll invade & pillage 

Besides its raining, first bit of pleasant precipitation 
in six weeks, by my count - & there they are, sitting 
out in it as if you are a disgraceful object of derision 
they intend bringing t’ rights; Okay Podge cries - so 
save me then - toss ‘em a bit of y’ cake so I can try 
and snag that minced meat you’re feeding ‘em 

© 26 April 2016, I. D. Carswell