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| Polly before... |
There’s a dog in my bed
I don’t know where he’s come from!
All my toys are broken
and all my food is gone!
Where’s that biscuit I hid last week?
That darned dog he’s got some cheek!
My favourite blanket is now all soggy
I'm not sure I like this new doggy.
I'm always being blamed for the pool of pee
The one he does but mum never see’s.
I cannot sit on my mums lap no more
And he’s stolen my place by the fireside floor.
I suppose ill get used to him, just like the rest
But first he’s got to undergo my little test!
Can he play and run as fast as I can?
Nope he cant, that means I'm still THE man!
I suppose my mum is right……
I wouldn't like to be in kennels in the dark of night.
I've got a home that lovely and safe
And my foster bro should have such a place.
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| ... and after |
Dear Milo,
I once knew a dog by that very same name
he used to think picking up leaves was an awesome game
He was my bestest pick of a rowdy bunch
are you the same dog? I just got a hunch.
The Milo I knew had a very strange dad
sometimes he was good but mostly he was bad
he had only a little covering on top
and I don't mean his clothes but his mop
The Milo I new was lovely and kind
and when it came to collies settled my mind
I miss the Milo I once knew
But I have a sneaking feeling that, that Milo is YOU!
Seren Davies
Seren Davies
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