Two Rufuses.
(An introduction).
Once upon a
while ago,
(Not sure
how many years),
Was born a
boy you’ll get to know,
(And a dog
with hairy ears).
The boy
lives down the road a bit,
With sister
Genevieve,
The dog’s
job is to stay and sit,
To guard
and not to leave.
Rufus Two
Legs you will see,
Is bold and
brave and strong,
While Rufus
Four Legs likes to be,
A wet and
shaggy pong.
Doesn’t
matter what we say,
To Rufus
with four legs,
‘Sit, lie
down, to bed’ and ‘stay’,
He wags his
tail and begs.
Two Legs is
a splendid lad,
With
character and wit,
There’s so
much life he’s not yet had,
Great
things he’ll do with it.
I hope you
like the tales I’ve told,
Of dog and
boy, the two,
As now that
I’ve grown rather old,
It’s what I
like to do.
At home
with paper, ink and pen,
I like to
play with words,
While Rufus
cocks his ear and then,
Goes out to
chase the birds.
© Stephen Saunders 2013
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