I got a dog his name is Bandit <br />When he gets into stuff <br />I'm yelling DAMN IT <br />He likes to scratch and eat his food <br />drink his water so it makes him cool <br />We take him with us when we go out <br />Rollin down the street with his head <br />Hanging out. Sniffing the air and enjoying <br />the wind <br />My dog Bandit is my best friend <br />When the world is against me and all have <br />turned their back My dog Bandit will help me <br />Back on track. He sits there and wags his tail <br />with not a bother wondering when I bring him <br />Some water. He'll drink and drink till he's filled <br />His thirst and eat his food till his belly about burst. <br />At night when we all settle down for bed at my feet <br />Is where you'll find his head. I'll get up and go lock <br />the front door and he'll decide to get down and sleep <br />On the floor. Early at night and just about morning my wife <br />we'll take him out to the bathroom while the neighbors <br />Are all still snoring. Then tomorrow is a brand new day <br />and once again he's outside on the chain again so he <br />Can run and play.<br /><br />James (Bluesman)Cooper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-dog-bandit/
