Musings from the Merse
Sunday, July 26, 2009
No Winnie but lots of Pooh
Sunday's Guest column is contributed by a regular bloggee
Love Thy Neighbour.
I abhor the pair next door.
Their dog quartet's disgusting.
These pesky hounds befoul the grounds
The patio encrusting.
They never take their dogs for walks
Or play with them at all.
They're left alone for hours and hours
With not a toy to maul.
All through the night they bark and bark
So sleep is all forgotten.
A way to treat your neighbours?
I call that pretty rotten.
On Sundays do they disappear
To go unto the kirk
To top up their self-righteousness
With such a sleekit smirk.
Love thy neighbour's not a thing
The practise any week
So the rest of us are Christians who turn the other cheek.
And now, hurrah,they've all moved on
Fresh pastures for to smear
And just a pile of doggy poop
To tell us they lived here.
Apologies to Thomas Hood.
Sunday's Guest column is contributed by a regular bloggee
Love Thy Neighbour.
I abhor the pair next door.
Their dog quartet's disgusting.
These pesky hounds befoul the grounds
The patio encrusting.
They never take their dogs for walks
Or play with them at all.
They're left alone for hours and hours
With not a toy to maul.
All through the night they bark and bark
So sleep is all forgotten.
A way to treat your neighbours?
I call that pretty rotten.
On Sundays do they disappear
To go unto the kirk
To top up their self-righteousness
With such a sleekit smirk.
Love thy neighbour's not a thing
The practise any week
So the rest of us are Christians who turn the other cheek.
And now, hurrah,they've all moved on
Fresh pastures for to smear
And just a pile of doggy poop
To tell us they lived here.
Apologies to Thomas Hood.
Labels: Dog Poo, Pissing off the Neighbours
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