Dog Gone , Bone Search

Dog Gone , Bone Search Seeking, this yard, looking for a bone not a cool drink, just not for me A bone, a bone, master still on the phone but, there, there is my favorite tree! Sweet release, now back to my hard task cat races away, why I have no clue If only there was somebody here to ask and where hides a big bone they knew! Over there, fresh dirt shows a treasure buried beneath must be a large bone When I dig it up I can then just measure while master stays busy on the phone. Mine at last, the great prize I so graved so tasty, this delicious treat Should I keep it and have it engraved or yield to hunger and just eat? Great quest it was, certainly no lark a bone, a bone found was this food Time to scratch and let out a loud bark this delicious bone sets that mood! Master races out with same bowl of crap bone now gone, I ate it so quick Time to ignore him, pretending a nap I may be only a dog but I am still slick! R.J. Lindley Jan, 22nd 1971 Note - Old poem, light verse and bored, goofing around one night.