01 Dec AN ODE TO THE LOVELY LADIES AT CRANMERS
It’s not often we get sent some poetry, so it’s lovely that we are able to share this piece with all of our followers on the website.
AN ODE TO THE LOVELY LADIES AT CRANMERS
I have a little shadow, who goes in and out with me,
They said his name was “Carson” and age, very nearly 3 times 3;
He decided to adopt me; he thought I would be kind
And if he got things wrong, I really wouldn’t mind!
He is, in fact, a rescue dog, his coat is black as night
And when he gets frustrated, needs something hard to bite.
He tried to join me in the shower; it’s really far too small
So I shut him in the sitting room rather than the hall;
I gave him his toy bone to chew, “Shan’t be long old chap!”
But, “I’d rather chew the boss’s specs, I’m sure he won’t mind that!
Besides, the lovely ladies at Cranmers will think it rather fun
To put them right and when they’re done,
Perhaps they will suggest to him that, rather than the hall
I could sit with him in the shower every morning after all!”
With love from CARSON