Putting Out Line With A Black Lab – - Poem by John Dustman
My Lucky is divine with scarcely a whine
We treasure the park where she may run and bark
Today we leave on a lark, it’s nearly dark
Yet we have enough time to put out a line
While passing a gal near the little canal
I say, 'I just adore this White Labrador'
Oh, I wasn't a bore by that face she wore
She now was my pal in most any locale
Now sealing our bond as we passed near the pond
She said, 'Her color is new isn't it true'
I said as we flew, 'She is now Russian Blue'
We then passed just beyond where she could respond
Oh Lucky my girl, we've found another pearl…
(Dumple ~ January,2006)
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