Petes Poetry
Hungry hound
This four legged fury, of claws and paws,
This hung jury of cause and laws.
Like the law in our own hands,
and the poor have gorn from wishs to demands.
Like the soup van only for the believers,
and the fleet of foot, make way for the golden retrievers.
First in, best dressed,
and my favourite stew, is some plauge like pest.
I've got a search warrent for the warren.
and the tunnel of love leads to China or somewhere else foreign.
No visa, and it's off to Christmas island for stolen.
Like I have a sniff for lunch.
and the soup's O.K. but someone has spiked the punch.
In this race of life, my purpose still not clear.
But every bit of ground I cover the end becomes closer and near.
Like the distance not so important, but the intention is what counts.
And the death toll not important, when it's beyond any reasonable doubt.
So judge and jury should admit their guilt.
For on shifting sands the truth was built.
So a life ban for turning my head.
My career in tatters, can anyone adopt this greyhound, and keep him fed.
Author
Peter Riddoch.
This hung jury of cause and laws.
Like the law in our own hands,
and the poor have gorn from wishs to demands.
Like the soup van only for the believers,
and the fleet of foot, make way for the golden retrievers.
First in, best dressed,
and my favourite stew, is some plauge like pest.
I've got a search warrent for the warren.
and the tunnel of love leads to China or somewhere else foreign.
No visa, and it's off to Christmas island for stolen.
Like I have a sniff for lunch.
and the soup's O.K. but someone has spiked the punch.
In this race of life, my purpose still not clear.
But every bit of ground I cover the end becomes closer and near.
Like the distance not so important, but the intention is what counts.
And the death toll not important, when it's beyond any reasonable doubt.
So judge and jury should admit their guilt.
For on shifting sands the truth was built.
So a life ban for turning my head.
My career in tatters, can anyone adopt this greyhound, and keep him fed.
Author
Peter Riddoch.
