My Lucky is divine with scarcely a whine <br />We treasure the park where she may run and bark <br />Today we leave on a lark, it’s nearly dark <br />Yet we have enough time to put out a line <br /> <br />While passing a gal near the little canal <br />I say, 'I just adore this White Labrador' <br />Oh, I wasn't a bore by that face she wore <br />She now was my pal in most any locale <br /> <br />Now sealing our bond as we passed near the pond <br />She said, 'Her color is new isn't it true' <br />I said as we flew, 'She is now Russian Blue' <br />We then passed just beyond where she could respond <br /> <br />Oh Lucky my girl, we've found another pearl… <br /> <br />(Dumple ~ January,2006)<br /><br />John Dustman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/putting-out-line-with-a-black-lab/
