Good morning Mr. Master

Please, a bit more to the right

This one’s for awakening me

In the middle of the night

To come out here and splash about

In the wet brush and the cold

This playing with the wooden ducks

Has gotten rather old

Remember when you tricked me

With that little piece of bone

Then threw me on the back porch

So I had to be alone

Do you recall you scolded me

For stealing from the table

Now I’ve noticed cheap dog food

Cause I can read the label

Don’t forget the time you stopped me

 Getting humped by that poodle

Not once have I interfered with you

When mistress messes with your noodle

If you think I don’t need treats

You sadly are mistaken

I’m glad you’re so oblivious

As I sneak your morning bacon

You promised we would take a walk

After each obedience class

But my walk ends up in my back yard

While you sit on your a**

My aim might have been better

If it hadn’t been so rainy

That and if my gun instructor

Hadn’t been Dick Cheney

Affectionately, Yer Dog

Copyright 2010  Patrick A. Granfors