Dog

There was a time when I could move and run

Now I can move, but not so much, and its no fun

My dog is old and nearly dead

My nose has turned bright red

It drips all the time all over my shirt

At least it’s quiet and it doesn’t hurt

Drip, drip, drip all day

No sneezing, no coughing. What can I say?

My shirts are stiff down the front from snot

I think I smell like I’m starting to rot

Uh oh, I think it’s my dog

He just lays there like he’s a log

Oh well Nimmy, you were a real good pooch

If you weren’t dead, I’d give you a hug and a smooch

Woof! Woof! Woof! rises from the heap of fur on the floor

Nimmy’s alive! I don’t have to call the vet after all