My human is a dog’s best friend.
I treat him like a God,
Although of course I know he’s just
An ordinary bod.
He calls me Ted or Teddifer
Or some invented name.
It matters not at all to me,
I love him just the same.
I love him when he’s fast asleep
And when he’s wide awake.
I sidle up and lick his chops,
I give my tail a shake
Sometimes I take him to the beach
So he can throw a ball.
I have to run and fetch it, or
There’d be no ball at all.
He’s not too bright at doggy stuff
And very hard to train;
I don’t believe it when he says
He has a bigger brain.
Yes, there are times when I despair
That he will ever learn
To pee on lampposts as he should
With blissful unconcern.
On rainy days I lie around
While he sits down and writes;
I mostly nap and often dream
Of rabbits and of fights.
But when he’s looking somewhere else
I pen a word or two.
Please keep it as our secret though!
He hasn’t got a clue –
That Captain Midnight writes a blog
More popular by miles
Than all the stuff that he knocks out
In antiquated styles.
The thought of Teddy writing verse
Would give him quite a fright.
That’s why I use a nom de plume
Every time I write.
He wouldn’t understand I fear,
Why fate selected me
To challenge the immortal bard
And him to make the tea.
© 2016 Captain Midnight
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