Lucky At Home

You’d think a dog named Lucky, Would lead a decent life. But Lucky had his troubles, And they followed day and night. One day Lucky ran away In search of greener pastures Just to find a field ablaze, Thus the start of his disasters. Although Lucky didn’t die that day And no limbs or parts were broken, Lucky smelled of smoldered hair And you’d swear he kept on smokin! And Lucky liked to chase the cars, Till the day he lost his nerve When Lucky met a big ‘ol bus That couldn’t stop or swerve. I’m not sure just how it hit him Or how he’s here today. But he’s never walked straight since, And one eye veers away. My Lucky always clashed with cats And was leery of their paws. Until a “Tom” of forty pounds Let Lucky feel his jaws. Hair and fur balls filled the air Like Cottonwoods a bloomin. Poor ‘ol Lucky lost an ear, And now looks twice as stupid. I confess, I named him wrong And why he stays, I’ll never know. I guess that I’m the lucky one, To have Lucky here at home.