Some musings

There was a dog that I once knew
A Labrador of golden hue
Who though ‘tis true he’d little brain
With him I’d do it all again

Sometimes he lay by sock-less feet
And though his breath did not smell sweet
All toes of age and toes yet young
He’d lick them clean with slimy tongue

He loved to walk he loved to eat
He loved to sleep he loved a treat
He loved the ones they make for cats
He loved those oh so smelly sprats

But now that very special boy
The one that brought us all such joy
Will no more finish off my sarnie
Farewell dear friend, farewell dear Barney.

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