I go down my local café for a double shot flat white
And a read of the local rag.
Small place; But draped across the front entrance,
A very large hound.
He’s not about to move and I hesitate:
Balance could be better, and he is a very large mound.
Owner at counter turns and sees me -
Says “He won’t bite, mate.”
I look at him, look back at the dog…..
What to say when the bloody great Labrador
Is more likely to lick me to death…..?