Presleys Poem

Az wiz bored way the weather today so az jist sat doon an wrote ewes a wee poem.

This morning, az woke up and kissed my dad's head.
I peed on the carpet, then went back to bed.
"The life of a lurcher, this is great.
"Then I fought aboot breakfast," I hope az iz no late.

"Mum took me ootside, we walked fur a while.
This never fails tae make ma Mum smile.
I sniffed everyfin, that we did pass,
I ate somefin weird - it gave me some gas.

Az am sure God loves me, az knows that is true.
He geed me so many great things tae choo.
Rugs, plants or socks, az really didnae care.
What I truly like best, iz ma Dad's underwear.

That cookery book, was sort of yummy.
But it didnae sit well on ma poor tummy.
Az threw up a bit, but that wiz awe right,
When Mum found it later, I was well oot of sight.
Az ran at full speed. but az wiz still on the lead.
Az flew under the bed, and Mum flew past me

Mum foned ma Dad, and said, "It was frightening!
"The efternoon, she was sure I'd pooped lighting.
She'd sat at the computar, while az chewed the cord,
She thought az wiz mad, but az wiz just bored.

When Mum had enough, couldn't take anymore,
That's when my bottom got shoved oot the door.
Az love it inside, but ootside is best.
Az lay in the grass, way a beer fur a good rest.

That didnae last long, there was to much tae do--
Can't quite remember where az hid ma Dads shoe.
Az foond an old bone, and scratched at a flea,
Az even asked Molly tae play leap frog way me.

Big Presley has left the study, takin care of business, see ewes all the morrow. x