Marley Poem by Phil Soar

We should have called him Dyson, or some other make of Vac,
He spends his time just Vacuuming, or lying on his back,
He'll eat just about anything, and scoff it down with glee,
He'll appear from nowhere every time, we have a cup of tea.

He sleeps just about anywhere, but has his favourite places,
Most of which, are almost always, close to people's faces,
The sofa is his downstairs bed, he treats it as his own,
If we're not there, he doesn't care, and lies there all alone.

He snores and dreams of eating things and eating something more,
Biscuits, Bonios, Toast and things, he finds upon the floor,
And even if you try and sneak a snack when he's not there,
He'll suddenly appear and he'll give you the ‘Marley stare'.

Unable to resist, your snack is gone within a second,
He gobbles it, as if he understood that he'd been beckoned,
And Even though you know you tried, to scoff before he knew,
He appeared from out of nowhere, I believe in fact, he Flew! .

So his nickname maybe Dyson, but we love him as our Marley,
He's nothing short of lovable, Yes, he's a proper Charlie,
He's snarled at by his doggy friend, and knows he's number two,
But you have to love his laid back style, what else is there to do? .