Patience of a Dog…

Rufuz has all the patience in this house,

Maybe more so than that of a mouse,

He waits for me to walk him in the morning,

Even when I am sick and trying to figure what to wear,

Oh the hell with it I will just put on the big flowery blouse…

He sits outside on his leash,

Probably wishing to eat he had a quiche,

Or better yet the time would fly by,

If he did have to smoke some hashish,

But he still does wait without even a minor cry…

I got things I have to accomplish today,

But I just cannot get my butt in gear,

If I go out in the weather, will I return with more cold?

This is what I normally, when sick, fear,

But I have to do some things to keep us warm,

Old Ruffie and I need gas in case the future does bring a storm…

Oh well, time to get out, let me get a shower and shave,

Can’t look like a bum and smell like a slave,

Though that would keep people at bay,

I hate being around people on my days off, what else can I say…?

          © ed ~ 2/28/05