An old brown dog came in, <br />with grey hair's on his chin, <br />i thought to pass the time of day, <br />but he didn't want to play, <br />putting his head upon my table, <br />there was a twinkle in his eye, <br />before i could move, before i was able, <br />off he ran, with my hot meat pie, <br /> <br />I started to give chase, <br />a grin, i saw upon his face, <br />as he went through the door, <br />i tripped and fell on the floor, <br />the old brown dog, almost dropped the pie, <br />as tear's of laughter came to his eye, <br />he got away, this time.<br /><br />alan j duffield lock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-brown-dog-my-hot-meat-pie/
