Kit Kelen #685 - doggy

685

doggy

for Beth Spencer's Birthday 4 (or maybe 5)

I like to throw myself a stick

and fetch it back tomorrow

in dreams I'm burying

and have a fleece for gold

of all ages past, best the bones

it always takes time to be back

so roll on

slippery slobbery some days

black are some

untold with sorrow

for Beth Spencer's Birthday 4 (or maybe 5)

I like to throw myself a stick

and fetch it back tomorrow

chase a shadow

chase a tail

chase a fly around

just the one line

bark it out

around the ring

say tooth and claw

these are my special talent

legend of persistence, me

guard camp and fire ten thousand years

before that I run out of paws

is all I can remember

you'll find your way around the book

with my big ears

rug on the back seat

who doesn't moult?

or cage me

I'm a little lion

I'm not a cat for birthdays

and certain ones are mine

once in a moon must howl

and I like a wolfing down

lick the bowl till shine

for Beth Spencer's Birthday 4 (or maybe 5)

all innocent and look around

see me stretch - that's morning

I like to roll around in it

and take a splash for pond

love mud

and shake

stand by

you can reflect my glory

your road may be my mere appendage

draw joint too tight - you'll dick it

and there's how sometimes we get stuck

and bitch about it

(if you want more dogs...)

all innocent then look around

because we must kill time

a tail between the legs then

and yap yap yap

there might be rabbit

always something you can switch off

there -- that's better

bring me the biscuit

I'll sing

how once upon a Sputnik

saw what never dog has wished

I won't know the words yet

but a song is in the deeps of dog

I won't say die

or speak at all

to beg

you'll just sit up

it's one love

I'd lead the blind some times

hail fellows and well met

follow down at heel

and in the mouth hang

manger too

chase a fly

chase your shadow

chase myself around

I like to roll over for a rub

and nuzzle up

come pup

hither

let's be wild with the wind

and rain

whiff

follow trail

roll eyes

point ears

get by on a lift and sniff basis

slippery slobbery some days

black are some

untold with sorrow

please please

look up

look back for me

I like to throw myself a stick

and fetch it back tomorrow