LORNE,JIM AND HOUND

I've written before about Lorne and Jim the Sheep shearer and his wife who live in Young,Country New South Wales,Australia---I wouldn't be able to stand it myself,but they are among the millions of people on this planet,that allow their pet dogs to sleep with them,I think the only plus would be,that you can fart,and always have the dog to blame.Their dogs name was Cujo,and this is their poem.

JIM SAID "GOODNIGHT,I'M OFF TO BED,
I'M TIRED,AND CAN'T STOP YAWNING,
I'VE HAD ENOUGH FOR ONE DAY,
I'LL SEE YOU IN THE MORNING"
HE WANDERED DOWN THE HALLWAY
WITH SLEEPING ON HIS MIND,
THEN THE PATTER OF LITTLE FEET.
"JIM,THE CREATURE'S RIGHT BEHIND".

"C'MON YOU MONGREL THING,
HURRY UP AND DON'T BE SLOW,
I'LL LET YOU OUT TO HAVE A LEAK,
THEN ITS OFF TO BED WE GO".
THE CREATURE DID,WHAT HE HAD TO DO,
AND JIM CLIMBED IN HIS BED.
WITH JOBBIES DONE,THE DOG JUMPED IN,
LANDING STRAIGHT ON POOR JIMS HEAD

"GET OFF YOU UGLY CRITTER,
AND GIVE A MAN SOME PEACE,
HURRY UP AND SETTLE DOWN,
AND NO MORE SNORING PLEASE.
YOU'LL HAVE MUM HERE IN A MINUTE,
ITS GETTING PRETTY LATE,
MOVE OVER YOU ROTTEN LOUSY THING
OR THE SHED WILL BE YOUR FATE"

LORNIE CAME SOON AFTER
SETTLING DOWN,TURNED OFF THE LIGHT,
AND ALL WERE IN THE LAND OF NOD,
BUT WHAT A NOISY FIGHT.
WITH MUM AND CRITTER SNORING
JIMS TEETH,A GRINDING SOUND.
AND THERE THEY STAYED TILL MORNING
LORNIE ,JIM AND HOUND