They remind me, so much, of their dogs,
Some lanky, some very thick set.
Some so short, some are tall,
Others awfully small,
Those owners with their loving pets.
John over there's a butcher,
With a bulldog tucked by his side.
Well built with no neck,
With bulging great pecs,
He stands with his arms open wide.
Sally works at the beauticians,
She prim, so terribly neat.
She's definitely a poodle,
With class she just oodles,
As she prances around on her feet.
Randy's a handsome young lover,
With his mongrel, they're never at home.
Always slick, Oh! so neat,
Both forever in heat,
Their origins totally unknown.
Larry's a real frendly guy,
With a lurcher who sits by his door.
He's thin, yes he's high,
He's sad in the eye, ,
With kindness right down to his core.
They remind me so much of their dogs,
They're skinny, they're fat, some are tall.
Some are smelly, some clean,
Some are awfully mean,
But me - I just don't have a dog at all!
Joe Hughes visit joehughes.org.uk
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dog-owners/
