Old Jake Poem by Phil Ward

At her friends the other day,
My Auntie with her old dog Jake,
Was sitting chatting in the lounge,
With a pot of tea and slice of cake.

Come and see our garden pond,
The dogs asleep so leave the door,
But when returning to the lounge,
The slice of cake was there no more.

Auntie shrieked! My cake has gone,
And looked around accusingly,
Old Jake still prostrate on the floor,
Twitched an eyelid knowingly.

It can't have gone for goodness sake,
The Innocent lay on the floor,
You naughty dog, she scolded Jake,
The evidence was round his jaw.