Francis Cooper-Mckenzie Poet Free verse

My Pooch Called Neville

MY POOCH CALLED NEVILLE

very often in me day;
as the resident scribe,
am asked to write
in my expressive way
on many subjects that vary, 
which can be absurd,
or to me they’re ridiculous be, 
or I don’t like!
so, in order for me to write,
about all things 
the humble feline four-legged friend,
and make it sound fine
but what do I know?
‘bout and are 
their redeeming features,
when all they do is piddle and poo
right behind the lounge room chair,
and never clean their muddle
of their puddle there,
and outside make a bloody mess
of poor old budgerigars;
in colorful hues of greens and blues,
and as for being an affectionate beast
don’t worry they full of it at least,
so, my friends,
the moral of this ditty be,
it’s such a pity you see,
the humble meow and me;
will never be considered
as the best of friends,
while my pooch is called “Neville”
and he is the resident friend.

Francis Cooper – Mac © January 2019

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