Monday, June 22, 2009

Ode to a Fat Black Dog

I was digging through some files when I found this poem I drafted some time ago about Chassard. It really happened.

Angie had a big fat dog
His fur was as black as coal
And everywhere the black dog went
Chaos was sure to go.

She took him to the park one day
When it was bright and sunny
He dove into a flowering bush
And came out looking funny.

They walked home past a petrol kiosk
The pump guys started laughing
"What happened to your dog?" one asked
Where should she begin telling?

When they reached home she took a brush
And brushed him till he shone
And then she said, "If you try that again,
You'll wish you were never born."
"Erm...sorry?"

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