PATRICK THE BLUE HEELER CATTLE DOG
Bright he bounds through opened door
He’s my mate of that I’m sure -
Flashing a toothy smile for me
He sniffs my strides inquisitively.
A pat, he shakes a coarse grey paw -
A bowl and soon he asks for more.
Tell me Patrick ‘How’d you be?’
Watch the sofa mate it ain’t a tree.
Soon he’s scouting out the floor -
And at the bin for something raw.
Hold on a mo mate, can’t you see
That’s no place to cock and pee.
Sam you had better take your saw
You should have done so long before -
Don’t let your bloody dog make free
He’s itching now against my knee.
Back in the truck and close the door.
This audience is ended mate - no more.
He’s got the chops I bought for tea
And there’s a wet patch on my new settee.
Image by Graham Lees at: http://www.flickr.com/photos/tram_painter/
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