To bed he goes at four,
Ostensibly only a nap for,
He does awake at eleven,
Sitting am I by the door,
Holding my bladder, praying to heaven…
Dad then feels kinda upset,
He knows he has to take me out,
He tries to rush without fret,
The first tree I come upon,
Drowned in pee, I hope it can swim like a swan…
I still have to give dad a high five,
Cause no matter the hour he does try,
He gets me out for a short walk,
While out he does to mommy talk,
He is okay afterwards if that conversation he does survive…J
© Rufuz J 01.11.08
Love,
annie
He'll understand
Peace brother Rufuz
William
DON'T BE TOO HARD ON THE OLE GENT,
SMOKIN' DOPE, HIS LIFE IS SPENT.
HE AIN'T NEVER ACCUSED OF BEIN' ZEALOUS,
CAN'T LICK HIMSELF, SO'S HE'S JUS' JEALOUS!
SMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILES ... TOM.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I like your picture!!!!
Walt
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Be well and don't lick yourself too much.
Georg (the Elder, remember me?)
Dad of yours. He is not as hairy as you
and doens't pee on a tree like you, but
you just have to tolerate him Rufuz.
Keep warm. It's gonna get cold.
Love and wolf...wolf!
Susan