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How good it must be to be just like you!
Tail curled up, tounge lolling around.
Your stupid eyes perceive little,
then you do what you do-
sniff the borders, cock your leg
on the arse remnant you’ve found.
Like a big, daft polar bear,
you saunter along,
walking into lampposts on occasion.
10 years we’ve taught you “Fetch!”
when your ball is gone.
You look back like we’ve asked a pi equation.
But you’re cute and soft and friendly, it’s true.
A GM dog bred to please and pleasure,
so all the strangers in the street
stop to point and stare,
Then come across to fondle you
at their leisure.
Grinning with delight,
they all stroke your furry hair,
say “Aren’t you cute?!”
and “What a nice doggy!”
“What is his name?” again they ask me,
For the 50th time- “His name is Bobby.”
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Sometimes I wonder,
what if you were human?
Here’s another dog to go and greet,
But instead you bound away
towards another treat.
“Aw! You’re beautiful, aren’t you?!”
says the woman.
Then you trundle off again in vacant joy-
to sniff more juicy arses
at the bottom of a tree.
Urinate again.
Now you're chasing rabbits.
What must it be like to be so free?
It’s a miracle that sack
can hold so much piss!
Every 10 yards- your leg up- bliss!
Man walks by, with a face like thunder,
You cock your leg again-
“Nothing matters but this!”
