Post by Sleepy on Nov 21, 2007 17:53:11 GMT 1
They say there are more pets per head of population
In this fair county than the rest of the nation
If this is true, then let me assume
That you have a dog, or a cat in your room.
Or a bird in a cage, or a fish behind glass,
Or a horse in the barn,
Or a snake in the grass...
(That last one's a joke, but it saves me the time
Of trying to conjure a suitable rhyme...)
So. How do you talk? How do you converse
With something that can't understand? ... or, much worse
Is basically stupid, unable to speak.
Is wholly dependant, (or if not, unique!)
You teach them to sit, to lie down or beg.
To jump over fences or stand on one leg
And imitate voices, (always amusing)
Whatever the pleasure, it's there for the choosing.
But don't get me wrong. I'm a victim as well.
(An owner, that is, not a pet!) You can tell;
Late at night in your bed, you may hear me talking
To me, in the street. It's this dog that I'm walking...
He listens in silence to each point of view,
As I sort out the World, (it needs sorting too...)
A tug on the lead, now and then, (canine frolics)
But no contradictions, no vitriolics,
Just me and my dog, in deep conversation,
Weighing up odds...
Like the rest of the nation.
Dave Cartwright
In this fair county than the rest of the nation
If this is true, then let me assume
That you have a dog, or a cat in your room.
Or a bird in a cage, or a fish behind glass,
Or a horse in the barn,
Or a snake in the grass...
(That last one's a joke, but it saves me the time
Of trying to conjure a suitable rhyme...)
So. How do you talk? How do you converse
With something that can't understand? ... or, much worse
Is basically stupid, unable to speak.
Is wholly dependant, (or if not, unique!)
You teach them to sit, to lie down or beg.
To jump over fences or stand on one leg
And imitate voices, (always amusing)
Whatever the pleasure, it's there for the choosing.
But don't get me wrong. I'm a victim as well.
(An owner, that is, not a pet!) You can tell;
Late at night in your bed, you may hear me talking
To me, in the street. It's this dog that I'm walking...
He listens in silence to each point of view,
As I sort out the World, (it needs sorting too...)
A tug on the lead, now and then, (canine frolics)
But no contradictions, no vitriolics,
Just me and my dog, in deep conversation,
Weighing up odds...
Like the rest of the nation.
Dave Cartwright
