*woof woof woof*

April 24, 2009 at 9:48 am | Posted in Poems | 2 Comments

Woof, woof, woof, my name is Billy,
Not Milly or Willy which sounds rather silly,
You won’t find any fleas on my body
for I bathe very regularly.

Thunder and lightning, to me, are particularly scary,
The sight and sound make me go all wobbly,
But I’d like you to know it’s nothing to do with timidity,
Though I can’t explain why they have such an impact on me, dear old Billy.

Many toys I have, you’ll be green with envy,
From the Pooh called Winnie to Ribenaberry,
Strewn all over the floor, higgledy-piggledy,
But my favourite is still little M&M who’s forever cheery.

My mistress always calls me ‘Billyyyyyy, Billyyy’
before she starts talking to me, endlessly,
But don’t you worry, she’s not crazy,
though she often makes me dizzy
with her tales which are aplenty
told in languages and dialects which are… oh, so many.

So much has been said about me, a doggie called Billy,
Whoever coined the idiom ‘It’s a dog’s life’, really…
H/She’ll have to ponder again, definitely,
as I’ve proved him or her wrong, unquestionably,
Contented, well loved and happy,
This is the life of yours truly…
a doggie endowed with sense and sensibility.