Bright he bounds through opened door <br />He’s my mate of that I’m sure - <br />Flashing a toothy smile for me <br />He sniffs my strides inquisitively. <br /> <br />A pat, he shakes a coarse grey paw - <br />A bowl and soon he asks for more. <br />Tell me Patrick ‘How’d you be? ’ <br />Watch the sofa mate it ain’t a tree. <br /> <br />Soon he’s scouting out the floor - <br />And at the bin for something raw. <br />Hold on a mo mate, can’t you see <br />That’s no place to cock and pee. <br /> <br />Sam you had better take your saw <br />You should have done so long before - <br />Don’t let your bloody dog make free <br />He’s itching now against my knee. <br /> <br />Back in the truck and close the door. <br />This audience is ended mate - no more. <br />He’s got the chops I bought for tea <br />And there’s a wet patch on my new settee.<br /><br />Keith Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/patrick-the-blue-heeler-cattle-dog/
