Robin The Poodle Poem by Francis Duggan

When Anthea is teaching and Peter is roof tiling
Poor Robin the poodle must sit at home all day
Quite bored he lay upon the lounge room carpet
And where is Rachel to himself he say?

The cheek of Peter to go off and leave me
He say his old dog 'Hutch' was far more tough
But Hutch is dead and Robin is still living
Is poodle for Peter not dog enough?

And where is Rachel has she too forsook me
And Anthea goes and leaves me all alone
Perhaps they think that dogs do not have feeling
I wish they knew my heart is not of stone?

I do my very best to impress Peter
I growl at the huge dog across the street
But in my heart I hope he doesn't attack me
For he seems far too big for me to beat.

And Peter looks on unimpressed it would seem
He merely smiles and slowly shakes his head
As if to say Robin you must be silly
If that dog grabs you you're as good as dead.

My name is Robin I'm a small black poodle
My hair is nice and curly and clipped tight
My ears are long, my tail is short and fluffy
And as a dog I think I look alright.

Still I'm not dog enough for a roof tiler
If you go by what Peter Barling say
And when he and Anthea go to work I'm house bound
There must be better ways to spend the day? .