Patch-Up Poem by David Darbyshire

His dog was home Alone
He didn't even have a Bone
He layed there, with big sad Eye's
Waiting for his master and his Lie's

His master Staggered In
Really stinking of Gin
Began to tell his Dog
He's late because of the Fog

Now the Dog began to Grin
He knew lying was a Sin
He looked at his Master
And saw a Big Disaster

The night was clear as a Bell
No fog for miles, as he could Tell
So his master did Lie
I guess this would be Good-Bye

The dog packed his Bags
And got all his Tags
Snook out the back Door
Didn't want to see his master Anymore

That Dog did the best that he Can
And the Master was a real bad Man
So that dog took off, for the better Life
And with that bad Man he would have no more Strife

Two years later the Dog Reappeared
He was expecting the worst, he Feared
But that bad man had cleaned up his Act
And had a wife now, as a matter of Fact

Now that Dog had a big Smile
And waiting in the back all the While
Was the dogs new 'wife' and 'Pup'
Yes, there all together now, a Great Patch-Up

P.S. And they all had a Merry Christmas, and lived happily ever after.....