My poor, dear darling’s dog lies dead;
No more need he be fussed or fed.
She heard the news from source down south,
Where blood had bled from Dylan’s mouth.
The day she left to come to me
Was last time she would ever see
His face, or watch his faithful form
Look up from basket, waking warm.
I met him once while on a walk.
Was at the time she could not talk
To me, at least, she had agreed,
But love must satisfy its need!
And so we wandered for an hour;
She’d left her husband in the shower,
But would not let me near to kiss;
We parted, but we knew we’d miss
Each other, if apart too much;
And that we’d have to keep in touch.
And so we did: in love we’d fell;
This made her man play merry hell!
He kept her dog, their son, their house,
Since she could not remain his spouse.
Together, we BOTH paid a price;
For love you have to sacrifice!
She was not there for Dylan’s death,
To see him breathe his final breath.
While I; I got to keep a cat,
Whose death, well, I’ll get over that!
My poor, dear darling’s dog lies dead;
He’s buried near the garden shed
Of house she used to call her home
Before love’s longing made her roam.