The Companion

Written by: william krichbaum

When you got up out of bed did you rub your head,

take a look around put your feet on the ground,

did you take a couple steps before you looked down,

to your dismay at what you have "found"

a cold round pile that is stinky and brown.

That friend that companion that loving old hound,

that sun beach is hiding and he better leave town.