He stands 11inches tall,
his eyes are black as coal!
He wears an enigmatic smile,
and he has no heart or soul!
His given name is "Sawyer",
but, I decided, that don't fit!
So, I'm gonna call him "Roscoe",
don't know why, I must admit!
He has his limitations,
of that I'm well aware!
He's not a human being,
he's just a little Teddy Bear!
He gives the room a touch of class,
sitting on my bed.
Though he can't speak or wink an eye
or even turn his head!
He's "cuter than a button",
as I once heard someone say.
All he does is sit there,
but, he brightens up my day!
Folks are gonna think I'm strange,
that my banjo has no strings!
That I'm a few beers short of a six pack
and other ignominious things!
But, that don't make no nevermind,
Roscoes here to stay!
He's my fluffy, little, compadre
And that's all I have say!
Ralph Taylor
12/22/2017
Categories:
roscoes, best friend, funny love,
Form: Rhyme
I'm standing at your gravesite, Gran,
where you were laid to rest!
I ain't that good at explaining stuff,
but I'll do my very best!
I hope that you will listen,
to what I have to say,
I just came by, to let you know,
that Roscoe's on his way!
I know that you'll be happy,
to have him back again!
You two, were near inseparable,
as I remember, way back when!
He was a pup, three weeks old,
when I placed him in your hand!
You pretended to be angry,
and I didn't understand!
Soon, you let your guard down!
He became, your new best friend.
You spent 12 great years togeather,
side by side, until the end!
Roscoe, wasn't quite the same,
since you passed, two years ago.
He missed the one he loved the most,
more than you could ever know!
Old age, illness, and a broken heart,
was more than he could take!
We had to have him put to sleep!
It was best, for Roscoes sake!
So keep you eye out, Granny,
Roscoe's on his way!
You'll be togeather, for eternity,
that's what we hope and pray!
Categories:
roscoes, friendship, love, pets, hope,
Form: Rhyme