ABOUT MY DAUGHTER'S DOG CHURCHILL 

I pet him and I talk to him, as if he were my brother.
He wags his tail and smiles at me, as if there were no other.

I swore I'd never love again, because of pets long gone.
My daughter shares her dog with me, because I live alone.

So now he has two masters, this buddy friend of mine.
He stays with her at home at night, with me the other times.

If we could live forever, this story would never end.
Then he and I (all three of us), would always have a friend.

Lawrence Jacobs 5/21/1900. Poet 2nd class.

PS. One hour after I wrote the above, my good buddy ate a whole bar of soap. ---------------

My friend he is no Devil, and surely he's no Pope.
but just a little while ago he ate a bar of soap.

This story has no moral, this story has no end.
It goes to show, no matter what, he'll always be my friend.