Streets of London

Awkward you say

Do you really know my stay

My stay is where my head lay

For the a nap in the day

Night has come but no hay

Streets of London only has doorway


Who’s pedigree?

How we like our dogs

Some love their dogs

For man’s best friend

Looks up to us

We stroke the head

We stroke the back

We run in the park

Together we have fun

Man is proud of dog’s pedigree

Does dog think of man’s pedigree?