Rufus Smells!
Yesterday we watched TV;
Johnnie’s mummy, him and me.
Half way through the film we saw,
Rufus scratching at the door;
‘Let me out, I want a pee!’
Is what we heard him bark, we three.
So Johnnie went and let him out,
And left him there to run about,
But not long after he returned,
To find his company was spurned;
His fur was filthy, wet as well,
And brought with it a dreadful smell!
He looked as pleased as punch, as if
He thought we’d all enjoy a sniff,
Of what he’d rolled his body in,
And plastered underneath his chin!
We all leapt up and chased him out,
Poor Rufus deafened by our shout;
To him it’s perfume quite sublime,
It’s really fox poo every time!
Tomorrow I will have to write,
About the bath he got last night.
About the shampoo that got used,
How Rufus wasn’t that amused!
How he shook himself as soon,
As he’d escaped to our bedroom!
How Johnnie’s mummy nearly wept,
As Rufus ruined where we slept.
Our bed was splattered by his shake,
Requiring a complete remake:
New duvet cover, bottom sheet,
Heck, pillows too, the bed complete!
And then we had to mop the floor,
And kept on finding more and more.
The mirror needed quite a wipe,
And Johnnie’s mum’s a tidy type.
We toweled him off and got him dry,
So now we needn’t keep an eye
On where he flicks his shaggy tail.
Exhausted now and feeling pale,
We flopped down on the sofa to
Relax a bit, well wouldn’t you?
Though cross we were, we had to smile;
Rufus was grinning all the while!
© Stephen Saunders
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