Number 108, Not Right Now

Not Right Now.

Rufus Four Legs lies in bed,

A tatty cushion ‘neath his head,

All four legs are in the air,

Showing off his tummy hair.

He wags his tail as if to say;

‘Rub me if you come this way,

You know there’s nothing I like more,

Unless of course you’re out the door!’

Then he gets up in a flash,

Out between your legs he’ll dash;

‘Going for a walk are we,

Or is it just to have a pee?’

‘I’ll just chase that rabbit there,

And bark a bit if you don’t care,

I need to check the neighbour’s cat,

And sniff the gate, and things like that!’

‘I’m ready now, please hurry up’,

He jumps about like he’s a pup,

Then he runs off down the lane,

Just as I go in again!

I only popped out for the post;

Thirty seconds at the most,

I’m still in my dressing gown,

I’m going in and sitting down.

I haven’t had my breakfast yet,

Before I do I’m going to get

A cup of coffee, read the mail;

You just sit and wag your tail.

Later on, I think it best,

That if we walk I should be dressed,

It’s easy for a dog like you,

Not having things like that to do.

You don’t even brush your hair,

You’re always ready, it’s not fair,

So don’t go rushing me into

Going for a walk with you!

Rufus Four Legs cocks his ear;

‘Going for a walk I hear,

Come on then!’, he’s clean forgot…

I only just told him we’re not.

Not this minute anyway,

But we will, sometime today,

And if you do not pester me,

Perhaps a long one, wait and see!

© Stephen Saunders