Once I had a dog that wagged its tail. <br />Barked night and day till the neighbours complained. <br />P’lice came round, put the dog down. <br />Dog don’t bark no more. <br /> <br />Bought me a budgie that sang in a cage. <br />Caught bird flu one fine day. <br />Croaked and coughed, feathers dropped off. <br />Budgie no sing song. <br /> <br />Next one I had was a sleek, black cat. <br />‘long came a SUV and rolled him flat. <br />Guzzled loads of gas, squashed cat splat! <br />God sat twiddling thumbs. <br /> <br />Got me a goldfish with Mick Jagger lips. <br />Two weeks later fish fell sick. <br />Skin turned white, scales peeled off. <br />Sank like a stone to the bottom of the bowl. <br /> <br />The fish and the budgie, the moggy and the dog… <br />When it comes to pets I don’t have much luck. <br />The whole lot died, I can’t tell why, <br />But it makes me feel so blue. <br /> <br />19/12/06<br /><br />Denys E. W. Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-dog-blues/
