It’s been two years since I wrote a poem about Rufus my springer spaniel
Sharing I’m scared of dogs and in need of a manual
That I often draw Rufus to understand better
Because I don’t share the bond he and my partner Alex have together
Be jealousy free, come out of the fog
Don’t play second fiddle when it comes to a dog
You can joke with your partner, ‘It’s the doggy or me!’
But when they stumble to answer, it’s a marriage of three
Two years since I wrote Rufusmany lessons I have learned
You’ll never believe now what I will tell you
How the tables have turned!
Dear Rufus
Oh Rufus, oh Rufus
I’ve been such a doofus
Your big puppy dog eyes, I’ve been such a goofus
That poem I wrote about you
indeed has made me famous
Maybe that’s why I now love you
but please don’t think that I am shameless
I’ve learned so much about you
although I still can’t speak doggy voice
I gravitate now much more towards you
Not out of force but out of choice
From me and Alex once smitten watching
Married at First Sight
Meeting you Rufus I was bitten
bitten at first bite
Every time now I see you, I get tummy butterflies
It’s surprising how much I love your, your puppy dog eyes
It’s okay, you can have them, you can take all my chips
And my pizza, take it all, can I get you some dips?
Take my jumper when its freezing, I promise not to quiver
Don’t worry, for you my little dog friend, go ahead and let me shiver
I’m sorry, beg my pardon, I won’t complain at your poo
You can poop in my garden, its smell reminds me of you
And when I wake up in the morning, and you’ve done a little wee
All over my expensive carpet, it will be a sight I like to see
Leave your hair on my new sofa, I won’t wash it out for days
Finding hair all the way over, I don’t care how long it stays
And at my Christmas dinner table,
all my guests are hungry for food
You can jump up and eat all the turkey, I won’t shout out something rude
Oh Rufus oh Rufus, admitting this truth is
hard maybe for Alex but I know that I must do this
But remember, my little dog love,
however difficult this sounds
You still CAN’T JUMP UP ONTO OUR BED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WAKE ME UP, LICK ME ALL OVER, LIE DOWN BETWEEN ME AND ALEX, GO TO SLEEP AND SNORE
my little doggy muse
Our bed is strictly out of bounds
With lots of love
Lee
