My Dogs Poem by Henry Brown

NO MATTER HOW I TREAT MY DOGS THEY ALWAYS WAG THEIR TAILS
I GET SO CROSS WITH THEM AT TIMES BUT IT’S REALLY ME THAT FAILS

FOR THEY WOULD PROTECT ME WITH THEIR LIVES EVEN AFTER I GET CROSS
THEY HAVE THE TRUE HEART OF SERVANT HOOD-SHOULD I REALLY BE THE BOSS

AS LIFE SO QUICKLY PASSES WITH ALL IT’S TRIALS AND CARE
MY DOGS I KNOW NO MATTER WHAT THEY ALWAYS WILL BE THERE

SO TO EVERYONE WHO HAS A DOG AND IS READING THIS POEM
GO BUY A TREAT FOR YOUR DOG BEFORE YOU GET BACK HOME

HN BROWN 29TH NOVEMBER 2010