Such a kind little pooch, adorable
canine friend, you're a Park Avenue
ingenue, a kind wee soul wagging
your tail without fail when I smile.
You'll out-live me little buddy,
I guess you can smell, I guess you can tell
I'm an old fart not long for this world.
Poodle of mine,
we both have the kindest of hearts,
I love you, little fella,
all the neighbors want to touch your head,
and you leave a puddle in my mind.
Love you, and want you to find
a little bitch some day, while you still can
hitch up your legs and ride the New York
subway with me.
Little pal, I don't know how we got started,
it was long ago, I took you in for a neighbor
who died,
now I take you for your daily walk
in Central Park, ain't that just grand
poodle of mine?
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,