A Doggy Prayer
My master seems to get what he prays for
So I think I will give it a go
It is, I know a long shot
But hey! You never know
So Lord, how about a massive bone
With some meat left on it please
And I would be eternally grateful
If you get rid of these pesky fleas
A comfy brand new basket
In which to lay my weary head
No, forget I ever asked that
I’ll have two rather than one bone instead
Make the weather warm and bright
Whenever I go for a pee
Scrub that, for I have a fur coat
Not two bones my lord, make it three
And I find keeping my footing quite difficult
Since my owners polished the floor
So to compensate for my troubles
Perhaps you could make it four
I am a contented doggy
To keep my owners happy, I strive
So as some kind of reward
How about making it five
Lord, I try to be a good doggy
I admit I do fail now and then
But five big bones, not much to ask for
I wait with anticipation, Amen
Copyright © Gary Wayne Hill | Year Posted 2013
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