Mistress of the sad refrain,
Owner of the golden mane
Her words fall like summer rain
Echoes of an inner pain
That tears her heart asunder

Heed her well is my request
As she cries and beats her chest
Search beneath her cotton vest
For within her shapely breast
Beats a heart of thunder

Her pain gladly would I attend
Encouragement I freely send
But alas, in the end
I must leave it to her closest friend
To fill her heart with wonder

Cloak her body in silken gown
Atop her head a diamond crown
Sing her praises town to town
But take care not to cause a frown
‘Tis not a heart to plunder

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“Isn’t nature wonderful?” the masses shout with glee
Well sure, she’s got her good points but I tend to disagree
Snow capped peaks are captivating I guess I must admit
And to watch some kittens playing always makes me smile a bit

Her painted sunsets in the evening are spectacular I suppose
And man has never emulated the sweet scent of a rose
It’s nice to start the day with a song bird’s sweet refrain
But I’m sorry Mother Nature, at times you’re just a pain

Storm waves crashing on a beach are awesome to behold
And she paints butterfly’s wings with colours bright and bold
Nothing can compare to the laughter of a child
Or the undeniable splendour of animals in the wild

Ahh, Wild, that reminds me why I started on this tale
Why I think Ma Nature’s senile and her mind is old and frail
Why did she decide as I get older, that the hair upon my head
Should  start a new beginning and grow from my ears instead?

If I kept the words in order would my efforts be in vain
Maybe dig a trap so deep that to escape I’d need a crane
Maybe failure would wound me deeply so I’d always wear a scar
I pondered this, and other thoughts while driving in my car
Concentrating on rhyme and meter, a verse began to form
Distraction made me overlook signs of a coming storm
Until my windscreen was lit by a sudden flash of yellow
And I was brought back to the present by the thunder’s angry bellow
So I gave up on that idea, It was just as I feared.
The task would be too great, and the result, no doubt, too weird

I know what it’s like to be loved, I guess I’m truly blessed
I have been put upon a pedestal, far above all the rest
Even when I’m down and out, my friend is always there
Ugly, but cute, and slobbering, this friend is my dog Bear

It’s stirs wonderful feelings to have such a loyal mate
He doesn’t even wander if I forget to close the gate
Always quick to forgive ME when HE does something wrong
Like when I find holes in the back yard, or shoes where they don’t belong

And when I have to go out, a few minutes, or half a day
His welcome home is near ballistic, almost manic in a way
I never realised at first what a treasure I had found
When I first rescued that little puppy from death row at the local pound

His muzzle turning gray now, nose still as black as soot
Those big brown eyes stare at me as he dribbles on my foot
He’s wormed his way into my heart, become part of my life
Always pleasant company, and cheaper than a wife

I know he’ll always love me, I knew that from the start
The hand that rules the food bowl rules the heart.