Mr Mason's Fleas
On rare occasions such as these
(when Mr Mason has the fleas)
We take him to the vee ee tee
He always seems to know what up
he really is a bright old pup
he makes big eyes and looks at me
He howls and kicks, but doesn't bite
but in he goes, try as he might.
But he'll cover us in pee
We've tried coercion, a little treat
(he rather likes some cake to eat)
But it's no good, you see
As Mr Mason can't escape
from treatment
for the vet is here: it's me
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The Tree of Dreams
PoetryRandom poetry and the occasional drabble or dribble of other short random thought from the depths my somewhat bemused brain, or possibly Brian if the schizophrenic misspelt pseudo entity that lives up there is up to his old tricks... poems from the...
