04-06-2015, 06:19 PM
come on guys, poem of the day april 6th
The Stick
I had a friend who'd fly away
I'd run and fetch him back
when in the park or on a hill
or down some muddy track,
and then i saw him with a scout;
smoldering by the fire
when i said "the stick was mine"
I was called a liar.
You'd think he'd ask how i could talk
no, this kid was bitter.
he tied me to bramble bush
and kicked me up the shitter.
![[Image: Dog_retrieving_stick.jpg]](http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/23/Dog_retrieving_stick.jpg)
The Stick
I had a friend who'd fly away
I'd run and fetch him back
when in the park or on a hill
or down some muddy track,
and then i saw him with a scout;
smoldering by the fire
when i said "the stick was mine"
I was called a liar.
You'd think he'd ask how i could talk
no, this kid was bitter.
he tied me to bramble bush
and kicked me up the shitter.