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Monday, 5 May 2014

A poem by 'Flying Lemming'

was sent to me today.
I am passing it on with a dedication to Dína:


Happy Dog

I'm a happy dog at the beach
If I had the power of speech
I would tell you all
To throw my ball
I'm a happy dog at the beach

I'm a happy dog at the beach
There are no new tricks you can teach
I am bouncy and glad
And my tail wags like mad
I'm a happy dog at the beach

I'm a happy dog at the beach
As I hear the seagulls screech
I chase and I bark
Long into the dark
I'm a happy dog at the beach

I'm a happy dog at the beach
And I don't want to start to preach -
But if you ask me
The best thing to see
Is a happy dog at the beach.


2 comments:

Jindra said...

Thank you for that dedication.
I had my slave Jindra to read it to me. The words, so much important to humans mean nothing to me. So, I enjoyed the spirit of that poem.
We go to the beach, sometimes, but I must be on the leash. Such a irony !
A happy dog on the leash and many miserable people off it.

Marcus Billson said...

Yes, yes, a dog beach and this poem belie dour curmudgeonly naysaying. See there is joy in simply being and barking.