Shadow is in my garden again.
That Ugly chubby plumb British bulldog.
Why can't the Hamilton's keep her over there.
This a place for birds, bees
and gently dragon fly.
Yet comes this slob rubbing up on my roses.
Just look at you,
sprawled legs scattered up in the air
soaking in the sunshine.
just take your fat overfed self and run along.
Yes I am talking to You!
© Al. Juman The "said" Poet 6/24/2016
Copyright © Al Juman | Year Posted 2016
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