St. Mary Magdalene Bolney

■ The Warden's Dog

Winter now is with us,
And this dog's still very thin.
Yet mummy's keeps me on a diet,
And things are looking grim!


With Rachel busy day and night,
A feeding up her baby.
I really hoped my mummy might,
Just do the same  . . .  just maybe?

That Vet, he was an evil man,
Colluding with my mummy.
Together they did hatch a plan,
For the emptiest rumbly tummy!


When I was signed off on the sick,
They were so very cruel,
To play a game, a sneaky trick,
And only feed me gruel!

And there I lay, a poorly man,
With empty bowl and plate.
Will someone please do what they can,
For their hungry, bestest mate!


Cos I know I heard the doctor say,
"He must, his lips be licking.
And then prescribed 3 times a day,
A bowl of tasty chicken"!

Yet mummy knew what made me tick,
But had a heart of stone.
And though I was so very sick,
No signs of juicy bone!


Oh Rachel, come and rescue me,
Before it gets too late.
I'll tell my mum I need a wee,
And meet you by the gate!

Will anyone hear my desperate cry?
It's all that I can muster.
I'll never stop, I'll alway try,
With loads of licks, from Buster!