|
Christmas Past's upon us,
And O so very thin.
Cos mummy kept me on a diet,
And things still looking grim!
|
My fellow Canines that I greet
When walking down 'The Street'
Looked forward to a Christmas treat
Those bowls of tasty meat.
|
|
One time I was signed 'on the sick',
Yet still she was so cruel,
And played a game, a sneaky trick,
To only feed me gruel!
|
And there I laid, a poorly man,
With empty bowl and plate.
Could someone just do all they could,
For their hungryest, bestest mate!
|
|
Cos I know I heard the doctor say,
"He must, his lips be licking.
And so prescribed 3 times a day,
A bowl of tastiest chicken"!
|
Yet mummy knew what made me tick,
And still a heart of stone.
So though I was so very sick,
No signs of meaty bones!
|
|
The Vet was such an evil man,
Colluding with my mummy.
Together, they hatched up a plan,
For an empty, rumbly tummy!
|
Would someone come and rescue me,
Before it was too late?
I'd tell my mum I need a wee,
And met them by the gate!
|
|
Can someone heed my Christmas cry?
It's all I now can muster.
A ghostly hound? - don't it pass by
With spirited licks - luv Buster.
|
|
