Jess watches favourite program 'Countryfile'

My dog Jess

 

My brown–eyed girl is hairy

As hairy as can be

Her breath it smells like gravy

When she sits upon my knee

 

She sighs . . . love unrequited

With worship in her eyes

On me they’re always sighted

By me she always lies

 

There’s ne'er a pout or failure

Of willingness to please

But when she licks her genitalia*

I chuck her off my knees

 

She likes her biscuits softened

With gravy at a pinch

But as for sniffing bottoms

She doesn't give an inch

 

She'll run her heart to bursting

Retrieving objects thrown

For her the very worst thing

is being on her own

 

'Walkies!' makes her eyes shine

And 'frisbees' make her bark

People think she's so fine

When I take her to the park

 

She knows what I am thinking

You can see it in her face

Eyes challenge me, unblinking

To beat her in a race

 

She loves to watch the 'telly'

'specially snooker or football

And when I tickle that soft belly

It holds her in a thrall

 

She's so enthusiastic

With people on the street

From child to geriatric

She sweeps them of their feet

 

She loves to chase a rabbit

She thinks they're just soft toys

That, if she could just nab it

It would make a squeaky noise

 

I mentioned she was hairy

The posh word is 'hirsute'

A poodle perm could nary

Make her more doggone cute

 

As Border collies go

She is a prime example

For any top dog show

Her attributes are ample

 

Though now she's getting older

With an ache and pain or two

If anything she's bolder

And loves life through and through

 

There will never be another

Such, very special friend

As devoted as a mother

She'll be there 'til the end

 

© Mike Laycock (Silversalt)

 

An extended version of an already posted poem. Did this in an attempt to make a song of it for my 3 grandaughters .. .

a failure as they can't bear my singing.

Done