Yorkyhuahua's Race For Life Poem by Robert Tomlinson

Summer's tennis ball becomes
An autumn toy for Yorkyhuahua,
Racing for her life it seems,
Tracking every bump and glide,
Then biting....hard,
Well, Yorkyhuahua hard.

But now beware sweet pup,
Park stream to torrent's turned,
So it won't brook one slip
That trips poor terrier
To a terrible drench...
Or worse.

A drowning that would vent
Your daddy's tears
To match the torrents wash;
So do take care, don't slip,
Hold back, keep safe,
The ball is always yours.

Yet, no she's safe
To onwards pee and pooh,
Around the sodden park,
Trawling her dad,
Four layers deep ‘neath
Winter garments drab.

Safe now on grass that's flat,
With muddied paws, she plays
The hunted, chased by Border Jack,
Herself a tease
When Mother Hubbard looms
With secret biscuit treat.

So now a pause for all
While bench supports
Their weary dad,
Now thoughtful, pipe
In mouth, pen in hand,
Scribbling silly lines.