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Location: Somerset, UK
Joined: Sep 2005
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A thought for the old dog (for any kind of competitor)
Nomatter what type of competition you like, a thought provoking poem from an oldies view point - make sure you're competing for the right reasons.
Last night, the cages, trolley box
WERE LEFT BESIDE the door.
Brushes, leads, ring clips, rugs
Tit bits and so much more
Were packed inside the yellow bag
The "best of Breed" I won
When 'I' was the special lad
His mummy's favourite son
The box that waits
Was once 'my' box
The rug 'my' special rug
I miss all the excitement
And that special 'we won' hug
I couldn't help the missing tooth
Or the greying hair
And though I try so hard to please
The sparkle isn't there
But deep inside I'm still top dog
In my heart I know I'd win
Would taking me to one more show
Be really such a sin?
I'm pushed aside by someone new
The latest rising star
And now I'm just a nuisance
And sent out of the car
Like cinderella, left at home
Excluded from the dance
But there's no fairy godmother
To give 'me' a second chance
With my nose against the window
I watch you drive away
If I wish really hard perhaps
You'll come back for me today.
Once 'I' was a winner
Your champion, your king
Now I'm just a passenger
And known as 'that old thing'
So on my own behind the door
I'll sleep the day away
And in my dreams you'll love me still
Cos I'm best in show today!