Empty Kennel
He was a friend and a hairy companion,
Two big brown eyes just a starin’ at the sun,
his tail would wag in the summer breeze,
and gently caress my cheek.
The Swimming pool attendant couldn’t save him,
that old fella he weighed too much,
he waved good bye as he sank out of sight,
like a crab in a workman’s lavvy.
I yelled, what a gay old alsation he was,
he was like a brother to me,
I remember he was so portly his saddle wouldn’t fit properly
and I had to use an old mattress.
Sometimes on warm summers evenings I used to get into
the kennel with him and we’d sip hot water
and examine his collection of Nazi regalia for hours.
But now that old kennel is empty,
but I might use it for storing engine parts,
I’ll block up the hole,
and turn it upside down, and use it as a coracle.
But for now I’m gonna use it for private reasons,
at midnight when the moon is full,
and tonight I’d like to use it with you,
and you,
and you,
and you,
and you,
infact, all of yous.
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