Cruisin’ thru Canterbury on a swampy morn
Knowin’ the widows are peekin’ thru their curtains torn.
Catching a glimpse of Jerry, walking Nipper dog….
As he saunters on by their homes in the morning fog.
He likes to leave them wondering what he’s got up his sleeve
Nosy neighbors don’t bother him, he wants them to believe -
That they all have a chance to gaze upon his form divine,
‘Tho they should know by know that Dottie’s his only valentine!
Rodd
Best regards,
Leland
~Nikki~
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww what a cute write! well done!
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :)