Beau the Buckethead
Beau, our hound dog mix,
got himself in a fix,
a minor wound on his paw,
to keep from licking it raw,
he has to wear a plastic shield,
‘round his head til it’s healed.
Oh, him and his brother Gus
do zoomies in the yard,
a source of laughter for this bard,
in the autumnal air-
they chase squirrels, no cares.
They chatter at Beau with no dread,
because, well, Beau’s a buckethead!
He sleeps with it o.k.,
but Gus would rather not play,
with his strange looking brother,
he’d prefer to nap with another.
Beau waves his noggin around,
looking comical, a canine clown.
Soon, it will come off, he’ll be free,
but right now Beau the buckethead
is funny!
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