My POOOODLE BEAUJANGLES
Poodle smoodle curly top noodle
My babyboy Living toy
with a tick tock
tail, and oo la lah a haircut by
a French ladiee.
He prances head high
showing off his moustache,
makes em’ think his owners
mint their own cash.
He dines on chicken
and rice, but
Ice-cream sssshush
don’t say the word
his black eyes
will melt your
greedy bones,
hide in a cupboard
to lick your cones.
Oh god don’t
let him smell
your juicy mangoes,
he’ll do a back flip
or walk a high wire
just for a piece
of your mango desire.
I love the lickerholick smut
but am I losing the plot,
buying him toys an’
even a cot.
I want him in silky pyjamas
with nappy and dummy,
brush his fleece and
powder his tummy.
But no no no
I’ve come to my senses
that’s gone all foggy,
after all’s said and done
he’s only a doggy and
to the fact I’m so soppy,
but he sure is
one of the loving cuddly kind,
An' he needs all that love
For he is also blind.
poem by Ken e Hall
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