Spanyel
Spanyel! Spanyel! Thine embrace
Places Paws upon my Face;
What celestial Factory
Could fill thy doggy Heart with glee?
From what Furnace flowed thy Blood?
Whence proceeded all this Mud?
Was that a Cow thou hidst beneath?
What the Tongue? and what the Teeth?
What the Nose? and what the Jaw?
In what Quagmire was thy Paw?
Hast thou swum the Pond as well?
That perhaps explains thy Smell.
Spanyel! Spanyel! Thine embrace
Places Paws upon my Face;
What celestial Factory
Dare fill thy doggy Heart with glee?
Yvonne Brunton
Wed 28th Mar 2012 20:41
I must be psychic. I was just thinking of Blakes Tyger, Tyger and surmising that someone must have parodied it at some time, when lo and behold up pops Spanyel.
I love this take on a dog owner's blues. Anyone who has had a dog will recognise this. Great fun, done well.