DYLAN

                                                

 DYLAN   

By Peter Woodgate

When the day has been a grind

And there’s a problem on my mind

I know his love I’ll find.

 

When I’m feeling kind of blue

And I’m waiting in a queue

He’ll be waiting too.

 

He’ll be waiting there at home

To ensure I’m not alone

And in his eye sincerity and trust.

 

For although I may be weary

And the weather wet and dreary

He’ll spread a ray of sunshine through the dust.

 

He keeps a beady eye on me

Not two, he has just one you see

The other was a loss to glaucoma

 

But with one eye he can see

Just as good as you and me

And has a soft congenial persona.

 

With his head upon my knee

He will look with sympathy

Into my eyes and I will get the plot

 

For without a sound he’ll show

That I must up and go

And open a tin of Winalot.

 

Copyright Peter Woodgate