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.

Mini-Me

At last I’ve found a protégé,

At last the time has come

For me to pass down all my gifts:

This could be rather fun.

Right, Fluffy, listen close, my dear,

I’ll say this only once,

So écoute, my precious one,

And get this in your bonce:

You’re cute, so sweet, a furry ball,

Make sure you stay as such.

None will e’er say no to you:

Your face will their hearts crush.

Look up, look high, keep those eyes wide

As dinner plates, small friend,

And then their playing with your ears

Will never come to end.

They’ll want to tuck you in their beds

And pop you on the shelf,

They’ll giggle when they see you near

And look after your health.

If you can flip onto your back

So they can scratch your tummy,
That’ll bag you brownie points - 

They think it’s so damn funny.

And once you’ve gained your access

Deep into their human hearts

It’s time to use that noggin, Fluff,

It’s time to play your cards.

You’ll know by then how to unlock

The back and kitchen doors,

And how to open up the safe,

Even on all fours.

You’ve seen the code, you know it well

So, go on, tap it in.

5, 6, 7, 7, 3 and 8,

Good pooch! Fetch that tin!

Fluff-Fluff, pass it over here,

That’s my clever girl.

You are a keeper, that’s for sure,

I’ve taught you oh so well.

And now, let’s scarper, let us scram,

Let’s hop aboard the plane,
I’ve had my eye, for quite some time,
On a condo in south Spain.

We’ll lounge all day beside the pool

With cocktails in our paws,

And no one will ever suspect

Two puppy dogs of fraud.

Un Homage

You’ve been watching me some time, I know,
I see you from afar;

Don’t think that I don’t notice when

You’re crouched behind that car.

Or climbing up my drainpipes before

Resting on the ledge,

Tapping on my window and then

Falling in the hedge.

The first time that I saw you I did think

You were alright,

We had a hoot and I was sad

To return home that night.

We chased the pigeons, ate some treats 

And had a wee or three,

Sniffed some stuff and made some pals

And ran away from leads.

When I was taken home I recall

Thinking “What a shame,

I didn’t get her number,

Didn’t even ask her name.”

Little did I know that I would get to 

Know you well.

(Too well, and that your name - Saffy -

Would come to be a warning knell.)

It started slow, with daisys pinned around

Your little neck.

Un homage, I thought, how flattering!

I rather like this chick.

But then you growled at other hounds who

Came up close to me.

“Saff!” I said, “Do, please, behave!

There’s always room for three.”

Your soft face turned a shade of pink

I’d never seen before,

If we’d been home (not in the park)

You would’ve slammed a door.

Next day you dyed your coat the deepest,

Darkest shade of black.

I only clocked you by the wilting daisy

Drooping round your neck.

I trotted near to ask you what had

Happened to yourself,
Why you’d gone all goth on me

And if you’d lost your mental health.

You turned and tutted, raised a brow

And told me I had changed,

So it was then I understood

That you were quite deranged.

And from that day you’ve staked me round

The depths of London town.

Far down to Brixton, east to Bow

And up to Hackney Downs.

And when I hear that name, Saffroon,

Whistled on the wind

I know you are not far behind

And jump out of my skin.