The Companion
When you got up out of bed did you rub your head,
take a look around put your feet on the ground,
did you take a couple steps before you looked down,
to your dismay at what you have "found"
a cold round pile that is stinky and brown.
That friend that companion that loving old hound,
that sun beach is hiding and he better leave town.
Copyright © William Krichbaum | Year Posted 2011
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