Moses
My dog Moses never supposes
All that he knows is he loves me.
nothing additional
All unconditional
Guns or roses
wet or dry nose, is
Always a friend;
he helps my heart mend.
my dog Moses quite often poses
Lead in mouth, his intention is clear
walking through showers
Talking for hours
His 'Winalot' awaits as does my beer.
Content to hear my voice
Total love without choice.
My dog Moses quite simply chose his
Master who blows his chances in life
At the home for stray mutts
No ifs, and no buts
The love in his eyes
Set a match to my strife.
Always there camped by my chair
Asking nothing of me
But a tickled tummy
Waiting outside Sainsbury's
As i rush before it closes
Whimpering, pining pains are his
My dearest friend, old Moses.
poem by Kevin East
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