He is my best friend <br />a pal on who I can depend. <br />We are always together, <br />I love him in a funny sort of way <br />but I hasten to add, I’m certainly not gay <br /> <br />He always gets all the attention <br />I’m sure he goes out with that intention. <br />Females fondle him quite unashamedly, <br />whilst I observe with a tinge of envy. <br /> <br />But he is a real good looking guy <br />a guy that attracts admiring female glances <br />and oh boy he certainly gets his chances. <br />Yet from birth when he learned to walk <br />my best friend has never been able to talk. <br />He understands everything that I say, <br />he communicates with me in his own special way. <br /> <br />Tonight we are watching the TV <br />but I am bored, it’s a re-run on BBC. <br />I glance at the clock it’s quarter to nine <br />the weather outside is warm and fine <br />I say ‘‘ lets go to the pub <br />for a few glasses of ale.” <br />He jumps up makes for the door <br />wagging his tail. <br /> <br />Need I say more, my best friend is <br />A handsome Labrador<br /><br />Gordon Whittaker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-best-friend-15/
