Sunday Poem by Paul Butters

Max the doggolog lollops along and trollops –
Big-nosed “Muttley”,
Proud as Pudsey -
Towards us.
Then licks his b*****ks,
Sorry!
Just give me a wallop.
Give him a lollipop,
Well a treat stick anyway,
Or a dollop
Of meat.
He’s a Molotov cocktail of fun.
Bright as a sprite.
A dog of peace, not war.
No codswallop.

And Jenny the Purrsian pussikins pounces,
Like snow leopard ounces,
After rolling over:
Tempting topless temptress
From the night.

Mum:
Mrs Mop that never stops –
She makes a cup of tea.

Long Lee Lane:
Ever the same
On a Sunday.

No work or pay.
Just play the day.
Who cares anyway?
Let’s pray,
Then play,
As I say.
Sunday.


A light hearted verse from
P.B. (C) Yorkshire,2\8\2009 at 10.30.