Lord and Master
Lord and master that I am,the
Duke of all that runs and swims,
I have you at my beck and call,
From summer, winter, through to
Fall, there’s no deceiving me on
Throne, you know my spies
Are in your home…and when
The subtle question’s asked, of
Which great loyalty were you
Tasked, to run or jump or fight
Our foe? The answer quick you’d
Better know, when tucking bed at
End of glow…set down its fluff on
Face to play, ok I’ll sleep! …but not
For you; after all I’m only two
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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