At 86 years on this earth
Please believe
To have found a friend
Is a lot to achieve
A Bitch he called Bess
A congenial soul
That looked after him
And so enjoyed the role
Grateful and loyal
Comforting him too
Relieved to be helpful
That was good and true
In Burlington County
The strangest of things
A women stopped by
On the pretence she brings
Some help to the old man
By helping his dog
By cutting its nails
Just for love
She might flog
The dog a cane Corso
To breeders or might
Use her as bait
In the vilest dog fight
Observe an old man
And his acceptance of tIme
Bess could already be dead
What a crime
A despicable and so inglorious
act
Which is so objectionable
How would one react
Clearly this women
Was as heartless as shit
A felon so beggarly
She would seem fit
To approach an old man
Whose companion she stole
This bitch is vile vulgar
Thing with out soul
Anubis will be on this case
That’s for sure
With the scent of a saint
And the strength of a boar
This women who ever she is
Won’t get far
When the shit hits the fan
They will know where you are
This was a lowly crime
A nauseous state
The tears are apparent
As was his gait
If you can sleep at night
You better know
Lock down the door and the window
Anubis is out there
Whatever she made
From the selling of Bess
The profit will fade
The threat is coming
She will get short shrift
Not one ounce of pity
If you get my drift
Torn a’sunder she will be
Hanging just everywhere
Nothing is worse
Than being unfair
The pain and the agony
OMG she
Will end up so tortured
Hanging from a tree
Bess let us hope
Will one day come home
And together in
Summer land
Will again roam
For friendships like these
Are unique and they tend
To go on forever
And so never end
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
Blessings. So may it be.
Dear Susan thanks for stopping by and reading about my take on Bess
BLESSED BE TO YOU
XM