Gordon Whittaker
He is my best
friend
a pal on who I can depend.
We are always together,
I love him
in a funny sort of way
but I hasten to add, I’m certainly not gay
He
always gets all the attention
I’m sure he goes out with that
intention.
Females fondle him quite unashamedly,
whilst I observe with a
tinge of envy.
But he is a real good looking guy
a guy that attracts
admiring female glances
and oh boy he certainly gets his chances.
Yet from
birth when he learned to walk
my best friend has never been able to
talk.
He understands everything that I say,
he communicates with me in
his own special way.
Tonight we are watching the TV
but I am bored,
it’s a re-run on BBC.
I glance at the clock it’s quarter to nine
the
weather outside is warm and fine
I say ‘‘ lets go to the pub
for a few
glasses of ale.”
He jumps up makes for the door
wagging his
tail.
Need I say more, my best friend is
A handsome Labrador