Harley Aka Mr. Harles Barkley Poem by Victoria Gauci

He is black and shiny,
Must weigh one hundred pounds,
His eyes are brown and timid,
His strut can shake the ground,
He plunks his head upon my thigh,
Whenever I have food,
No matter how he frustrates me,
He can quickly change my mood,
A force of nature I call him,
He doesn't play well with other dogs,
I'm sure he'd like to catch a cat,
On a bun he'd have catdogs...lol,
I gave him as a gift to my love,
I thought a perfect choice,
On most days he makes me crazy,
With his overbearing voice,
I will tell you his name is Harley,
A big black Labrador,
Although somedays I could easily,
Kick him out the door,
He brings more dirt inside the house,
Than five hundred pairs of boots,
Squirrels outside on fences,
He is always in pursuit,
A love and hate relationship,
On most days I am amazed,
That I haven't kicked him out,
I am surprised I let him stay,
But a face only a master can love,
He often makes me smile,
No matter how he frustrates me,
I guess we'll keep him for a while.

2012