Letter to Council

My pampered pooch of sixteen years had never strayed before,
Until she wriggled through a gap, beneath our roller door.

She left her trusty bone and ran, too deaf to hear our yells,
To a more up-market suburb, with lots of lovely smells.

I'm afraid my ageing Danni was much too old to roam,
So she sniffed at her last weemail, and barked, please take me home.

Completely lost in Dernancourt, my scruffy pet was found.
An eyesore in that neighbourhood, you stuck her in the pound.

My toothless mut then spent a night in Tea Tree Gully's care,
In case she bit a councillor, or much, much worse, the mayor.

She must have lived in luxury, your bill forced me to yell,
It costs more for dogs than people, to stay in a motel.

Before my saga ends, my friends, there's something I must mention.
It's too much for a first offence 'cos I live on a pension.

So if my dog escapes again, and she ends up with you,
I can't afford five star motels, a three star one will do.

Jill Wherry

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