On The Death Of Dookie, the Royal CorgiDear old Dookie! Now he's restingIn his kennel in the sky. Times like these are rather testing: Dead dogs make one want to cry. Lively Corgi, I recall him Nipping at my ankle bone On that very special morning As I knelt before the throne. How he made the Palace brighter With his funny little ways. Once he ate a Bishop's mitre; Oh my word, what happy days. Now, alas, his bark is muzzled. All around is drear and glum. Unope'd stands the food once guzzled: Tins of 'Pal' and cans of 'Chum'. Royal servant, faithful fellow, Will we see his like again? Though the days are turning mellow We could still be in for rain. (Author uknown) www.welshcorgi-news.ch |