2. Mar, 2016

Old Billy and Skip

Old Billy and Skip his buddy mate
Being apart is something they hate
They walk everywhere, together they went
In the relationship they were very content

They would go to the woods , walking for miles
Sitting for a while on the cutters woodpiles
Then they’d go to the local for a refreshing drink
Where his little terrier would have his warm milk

Then came the day that changed their routine
There was a sign on the pub door they had never seen
‘No dogs allowed’ were the words on the board
So they couldn’t go into the pub they adored

With sadness and gloom they carried on past
The drink in there yesterday, that was their last
Bobby was out walking , taking the air
When he found out Bills plight he was in despair

“I know” he said “pretend your are blind”
And entrance to the pub will not be declined
With a smile on his face Bill lengthened his stride
Went to the pub and explained this dog was his guide

“Don’t give me that” said the man at the bar door
They are usually big dogs liked a Golden Labrador.”
Bill stood amazed, as he pretended not to see
“Well what bloody dog have they given me?”

Copyright © Graeme Taylor 2013