Gentle Readers,
As you may recall, I have alluded to my lady-love previously, but I can no longer contain my passion for Miss India Husky-Chihuahua of Brooklyn, New York. I have recently penned this paean for inclusion in my collection of poetry entitled "Heaves Of Grass".
I humbly present you with "The Love Song Of Mordred T. Dog".
Miss India, with pelt quite soft
Your lovely scent – I catch a waft
My heart goes thump, as does my tail
My tough pup demeanor unerringly fails
I see your perked ears and cute nose so active
And find this attentiveness very attractive
Worry you not I'm in this for kicks
Many years hence, that problem was "fixed"
So wee pups won't get in the way of our cuddles,
Our frolicking gleefully, splashing in puddles
Sharing our chew toys and sharing our kibble
(I'd gladly stand back if you wanted a nibble)
We’d hunt down smells to determine their source
Then howl and woof-woof 'til our throats were all hoarse
Sniffing down alleys and romping in parks
The air would be filled with our "I love you!" barks
India, sweet India, please give me a nuzzle
And I'll plant damp kisses all over your muzzle
M.T.D.
