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| Heidi the Dog, Earlier Today |
How many soft furnishings have you in your days
Destroyed? How many scraps scarfed up? Gaze
Dimly with those large brown eyes, and prick
Those velvet ears - but please don't stick
Your tongue in my ear, just after
You've enjoyed a snack from the cat-litter tray.
Nay not look down - I've hoovered all the crumbs
From the floor. For all that your hips are worn
Your knees are knackered, your body's covered in lumps,
You spend most days at rest, unmoving,
And on walking you are prone to stall,
Still is that fur as soft as when the surging sea
You first braved to retrieve that scruffy tennis ball.
(With apologies to John Keats)
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