Walkin' with Rufuz…

Go do your thing Rufuz,

There is a good puppy…

I can almost hear the trees discuss,

Or maybe it is more like they do cuss,

Here comes that damn dog again just,

To water our lower parts, our bark will make a fuss,

Yes it stinks, and it is acidic, but at least he does not poop,

Oh damn, I spoke too soon, there he goes right at my root,

If this gust of wind comes up a bit stronger,

Oh yeah, here it comes, I can drop a big pine cone on his head…

Look at him run, so fun, hit him with more, no don’t hit the guy he is with,

He can light a match, and burn us to a crisp; I hope I do not speak with a lisp,

Yes I can just about hear, them trees they are a talkin’, when Rufuz lifts his leg,

They only want to run, but being trees,

They cannot move, just stand there blowing in the breeze…

No leash does Rufuz need to stay with me,

Walks near, doesn’t stray, comes when called does he,

Not sure he does so with his mom, but she uses the leash anyway, so I say…

                   © ed – 4/22/04