My Best Pal
My Best Pal
My very best pal is a hairy ole' guy.
His breath is so bad, it bring tears to my eyes.
Mexican music he really adores ;
though he lies, not dances on all of my floors.
He's happy go lucky,
and smiles all the time.
he has no money, not even a dime.
For why would he need it,
when he is the boss.
And I, just his servant,
pleasing him at all cost.
My pal is a stinky ole' Beagle, you see ;
I dearly love him, he tolerates me.
Copyright © Gail Blakeley | Year Posted 2010
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