My Dilly Dally Dog
I'd let my lab outside to do his numbers
him acting like a sleuth cool as a cucumber
with me on a schedule I'd be checking the time
him dilly dallying like it was no crime,
Sniffing every single bush, tree and blade of grass
me trying to be patient and not too crass
finally saying "would ya hurry it up" while he sniffs the clover
which he thinks is his other name besides the real one Rover.
8-22-17
Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2017
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