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Randy Veach

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- Puppydog

Puppydog (4 ratings)
         by Randy Veach

While walking my little puppy dog,

through the park one day.

Upon a man I did come,

who had quite a lot to say.



The President is in trouble,

the Pope is in dismay.

I'll try and fix things up,

and then I'll go and play.



Ah this man was very wise,

and a lot he seemed to tell.

From discussing the Queen of England,

to assembling the Liberty Bell.



The minutes changed to hours

and the time it seemed to fly.

As the Man told many stories

that made us laugh and cry.



I listened and I watched

and the man I thought was swell.

Got confused, jumped up and down

and then he started to yell.



At first his yelling made no sense

and he wasn't very loud.

But meaner and louder he did get

and soon he drew a crowd.



The people watched and were soon amazed,

that this man was running free.

Call the cops and lock him up,

and throw away the key.



Soon the police, they did arrive

and the crowd got very mean.

Protect the man, I did cry

even though he's not so clean.



The Man was pulled, from the crowd

by an Officer whose name was Bob.

"Into the car you must go

you drunken dirty old slob."



As he sat there, in the car

he wished that he were dead.

With tears in his eyes and his clothes all torn

this is what he said.



"I'm sorry for what I've said and done

and I know I shouldn't lie.

But please don't take me, to the place

where dreamers are doomed to die."




As the police drove down the street

in a car painted white and blue.

I knew the place the man talked of

the place they called Belleview.



The puppy dog and I did part

from the park that day.

A lot we learned and fun we had

but someone had to pay.



So pay attention to what you've read

and remember it quite well.

Dreams and lies are lots of fun

but the payment may be hell.





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