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Mud
Posted by smalltownlady, Jan 1, 2010. 235 views. ID = 3074
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 | These words woke me up in the middle of the night.
It took awhile to get them just right.
Love ya' Mud. |  | This post has been awarded 10 stars by 2 readers. |
MUD
I met Mud at midnight
On the tenth of July.
The kids, it seems
Brought him home on the sly
Straight from the pound;
He was waiting to die.
A Brittany Spaniel
So lean and strong
You couldn’t go for a walk
He just pulled you along.
To obedience school
Went my daughter and he.
They flunked with an F,
But he didn’t catch fleas.
Fences could not hold him;
He just tunneled under.
Electrical currents
Produced enough thunder
To keep him contained
Until our next blunder.
He jumped and he climbed
Right over the rails.
Once he was gone
You couldn’t follow his trail.
He and his pal
Went out through the pines.
Though they searched through the night
No Mud did they find.
Yet after a fortnight
The phone it did ring
Seems Mud and his pal
Were back in the sting.
Along came a young man
Who captured her heart
When they said their “I do’s”
Mud had a big part
The pictures confirm
That he carried the rings
They placed on their fingers
One summer evening.
They’ve settled down now
In a town by the lake.
Where Mud can go swim
When he chases a drake.
And Mud’s learned to sing
To the tune of the harp.
He howls out loud
But never too sharp.
What joy he has brought
To the people he knows.
He swims in the summers
And slides when it snows.
This is a brief story
Of Mud’s attitude,
His love and devotion
And great gratitude
To people who care
And Mud do include.
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These words woke me up in the middle of the night.
It took awhile to get them just right.
Love ya' Mud.
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