Dog, what do i see
When i look deep in your eye's
Do i see a mystery
Actually, isee one brown eye
One blue eye
Sorry about this morning
Those two worm tablet's
Wrapped in cheeze
I dont blame you
For being angry
I'm glad you used mister smith's yard
Dog, what i like most about you
Is the fact that you listen
You have never bitten
The hand that feed's you
I'm sorry for the operation
You have less to do now
You naughty boy
Old habit's never die
Mister smith is not happy
About you working out on his leg
You like mister smith, dont you
Written friday 26 november 2004
Allan James Saywell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trust-11/
