MARMADUKE
When you lose something that's part of you,
It's right to be upset.
Especially when that part of you
Is a much loved, special pet.
And Marmaduke was everything,
My dog, my pet, my friend
Though it made things a little easier
?cos I was there right to the end.
He didn't simply run away,
Or have an accident,
My dad says it was simply that
His time with us was spent,
And wherever Marmaduke was now,
He won't be old and lame,
But fetching sticks and burying bones,
Enjoying every game.
I like the thought of that, I said,
Though tears ran down my face.
At least there's no more pain for him,
He's in a better place.
So as I say my prayers tonight
I'll think of days of sun
When Marmaduke, my lovely pet
And I, had lots of fun.
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MANIC MEANDERINGS
Half past a quarter to seven
in the night time, during the day,
I sprinted whilst hovergliding
on a stream spilling over with hay.
Down to the kangaroo's igloo,
where the mountains reach up to the sea
and froze in the hot soaking desert
in my sleeping bag, dancing with glee.
My watch, which I wasn't wearing,
said the time was a hundred and eight
so I hurried along without moving
and strolled through the fence with no gate.
I spoke to the invisible person
I could see when I wiggled my knees
and swam with the A-major ice cream
and sang with the green swimming bees.
Now to the folks who see without looking
who unlock a door so it shuts
my journey's beginning is middle
and the end is, I'm totally nuts!
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