Hand and Glove
Hand and Glove
Every morning, just as I do wake
At the end of my bed, I feel a gentle shake
I dare not raise my eyes, for I know what's soon to come
Fur tongue and slobber, come to wake his dad and mum
So finally I roll over, and with a single leap
Comes the wrecking ball of lovin, that woke me from my sleep
You don't want me for money or a fancy car
For in you eye's, I know that I'm a bloody star
We rumble for a while and mum gets out of bed
You jump'n thrash and wrestle, while smoosh you big fat head
Yeah mum's made some brecky , so bugger poor old dad
Play can wait for later, there's bacon to be had
Guts have attended, it's time now for a walk
You're a smart little bugger, how I wish that you could talk
Down the road we go, at a fair old clip
Yard mad ankle biters , though fences give you lip
Return near exhausted, felling buggered from the day
Bugger me you've got the ball, you want more fun and play
I throw the ball for hours, tug and play fight
You won't let that pull thing go and pull with all your might.
You give yourself so freely your friendship, joy and love
No matter what I do you fit like hand and glove
Your breeding makes Stafford an that may seal your fate
That matter naught to me because you're my bloody mate.
Ken
Contact Details
Ken Cox & Kelly AllenSippy Downs, QLD, Australia
Phone : 0754456147
Email : [email protected]