Little Jolly Roger Dog...

I am my mums' 
little jolly roger dog, 
have 4 legs ones' broke, 

I often forget the pain I'm in 
off on a tandem I'll go 

I have good days 
when I feel gay 
run and fro lick 
like I used to play 

my mum has me on medication, 
had to date two operations, 

But what am I to do? 
mum has short end all my walks 
to limit strain, and ongoing pain 

on short walks now, we see the locals, 
exchange our how you dos' 
other exciting things include 
sniffs and smells I stop to do 
doggy dos, 

limitations now run rife, 
the cookie jar is my daily highlight, 

the vet has done all he could, 
except for a leg made of wood, 

I'm on new medication 
natural muscle replacement 
if I could get this leg stronger 
I could go on walks longer 

eight years ago I adopted mum 
she liked me from the start, 
she like the way I stuck up for myself 
she knew that I had spark, 

an SPCA puppy, dumped in a sack 
there I was left for dead 
my life hanging by a thread 

I am a cross bred moggy 
my mum is my best friend 
I'll love and protect her 
loyally til the very end 

I'll always be at her side 
her hairy handsome boy 
even without all my legs 
my loyalty for her 
no one can destroy 

Life is not too boring, but now a little slow 
I don't feel crippled, sometimes, miserable 
I definitely don't feel baron, 
as long as I have my master 
my mum, my best friend, my sharon
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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