hi everyone - I am new to this site but have found it to be excellent. Most impressive.

Poetry is what I do best, dogs are what I love most so am sharing this with you. Do hope you like it.


JACK AND MYRPHY






Two dogs - Jack and Myrphy, one a Blue, one bitzer – Brown
decided to escape their yard and head off into town
for a little adventure and a chance to hit the halls
of the local parish church and school where they knew kids had balls.

The crossed the highway into town, lucky the Kenny missed
though the driver hit the air horn and was just a trifle pissed
‘Bloody dogs and kangaroos’ he cursed through tightly clenched teeth
‘lucky I missed the buggers – I hate cleaning underneath.’

Jack and Myrphy found the oval, found the kids all eating lunch
which gave the added bonus of a canine type free brunch.
The kids played soccer and cricket, so Myrphy and Jack did too.
Jack was a darn good fielder and old Myrph a Socceroo.

The kids were having heaps of fun the dogs were quite excited
the Nuns it seems not so much, for these dogs were uninvited.
They rang the local dog catcher and said two dogs they’d found
wandering on the oval – would they take them to the pound?

The dog catcher turned up inside the big white council truck
with the cage upon the back - it seems the dogs were out of luck.
They led him on a merry chase – the kids shouting and squealing
and old Myrphy got some practice in the canine art of heeling.

The dogs raced through the schoolyard with the catcher in pursuit,
a bloke now long past fifty, overweight and quite hirsute.
The dogs raced through an open door and straight into the church.
Though the Nuns were knelt for Angelus – they near fell off their perch.

But by now old Myrph was blowing hard and Jack had had enough.
Thought they’d best skedaddle out of there. Party was getting rough.
There were Sisters having hissy fits and small kids in hysterics
and a dogcatcher, red faced and panting like the local clerics.

So with a bark and wagging tail they bade the kid’s goodbye
and headed back the way they came, their spirits mighty high.
They leapt the fence at their place and settled down for doggy naps
on the sunny front verandah like two aged and quiet chaps.

Their Master coming home that night completely unaware
of the mayhem and mischief that had been caused by this pair,
just noticed his two dogs snored on, in evening sunlight waning.
On its way, a Council letter, recommending dog restraining.


Maureen Clifford ©