04-02-2015, 05:57 PM
Pinnock Portence.
We named him Scrumpy,
he came fully loaded for the field and gun.
Day one, he ran away and sat few feet off
for the rest of the day. Waiting on his peg,
eager to obey – the whistle we had lost.
His shooting days with us were done.
Re-purposed to a Scrumping dog,
at half past ten he was off like a shot.
First stop, the girls had a sandwich drop.
At eleven the men made their pasties hot
and at twelve it was time to pop round the shop
to tidy the muffins too old to be sold.
It was a hard life for a cider maker’s dog.
We named him Scrumpy,
he came fully loaded for the field and gun.
Day one, he ran away and sat few feet off
for the rest of the day. Waiting on his peg,
eager to obey – the whistle we had lost.
His shooting days with us were done.
Re-purposed to a Scrumping dog,
at half past ten he was off like a shot.
First stop, the girls had a sandwich drop.
At eleven the men made their pasties hot
and at twelve it was time to pop round the shop
to tidy the muffins too old to be sold.
It was a hard life for a cider maker’s dog.