"I will not let the texture of my fur and the number of my legs dictate whether or not I can write poetry."
- Daisy, Feb 2010

Sunday 29 August 2010

LDN BY DSY


Riding through the city in a bike all day
‘Cos everyone thinks it’s witty.
Doesn’t make me laugh and they don’t even care
That it’s me that they’re making look silly.
Everyone seems to giggle and laugh
At my head poking over the basket,
To them it’s a hoot but to me it really feels
Like I’m wedged right inside a casket.
I think I might cry, oh why, oh why
Can’t I get out all by myself?
Really seems unfair, oh why, oh why
Can’t they do it to someone else?
I know you enjoy,
Treating me like a toy,
But if you keep this up, boy,
I’ll make such a noise.
Woof woof woof, woof woof woof,
Woof woof woof, woof woof woof,
Woof woof woof, woof woof woof - woof woof.
Woof woof woof, woof woof woof,
Woof woof woof, woof woof woof,
Woof woof woof, woof woof woof - woof woof.
The day shall come when you’re riding down the road
And I leap out onto the pavement.
Don’t you say I can’t, I’m practicing the trick,
And one of these days I’ll make it.
Then you’ll be so scared and utterly confused
As I peg it way up the high street.
That’ll serve you right and freedom’ll taste better
Than any of those manky dog treats.
Then you’ll say why, oh why, oh why
Did we treat her just like a puppet?
And I won’t even care ‘cos I’ll be long gone by then,
You silly old human muppet.
Woof woof woof, woof woof woof,
Woof woof woof, woof woof woof,
Woof woof woof, woof woof woof - woof woof.
Woof woof woof, woof woof woof,
Woof woof woof, woof woof woof,
Woof woof woof, woof woof woof - woof woof.

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