JACK AND MYRPHY
Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 7:22 am
JACK AND MYRPHY
Two dogs, Jack and Myrphy, one a Blue, one bitzer – Brown
decided to escape their yard and head off into town
for a little adventure and a chance to hit the halls
of the local parish church and school where they knew kids had balls.
The crossed the highway into town, lucky the Kenny missed,
though the driver hit the air horn and was just a trifle pis.....miffed
‘Bloody dogs and kangaroos’ he cursed through tight clenched teeth
‘lucky I missed the buggers – I hate cleaning underneath.’
Jack and Myrphy found the oval, found the kids eating lunch
which gave the added bonus of a canine type free brunch.
The kids played cricket and soccer and Myrph and Jack did too.
Jack was a darn good fielder and old Myrph a Socceroo.
The kids were having heaps of fun the dogs were quite excited
the Nuns it seems not so much, for the dogs were uninvited.
They rang the local dog catcher and said two dogs were found
wandering on the oval – could they take them to the pound?
The dog catcher turned up inside the big white council truck
with the cage upon the back - it seems the dogs were out of luck.
They led him on a merry chase – the kids shouting and squealing
and old Myrphy got some practice in the canine art of heeling.
The dogs raced through the schoolyard with the catcher in pursuit,
a bloke now long past fifty, overweight and quite hirsute.
The dogs raced through an open door and straight into the church
where the Nuns were knelt for Angelus – but they near fell off their perch.
But by now old Myrph was blowing hard and Jack had had enough
thought they’d best skedaddle out of there. Party was getting rough.
There were Sisters having hissy fits and kids all in hysterics
and a dogcatcher red faced and panting like the local cleric.
So with a bark and wagging tail they bade the kid’s goodbye
and headed back the way they came their spirits mighty high.
They leapt the fence at their place and settled down for doggy naps
on the sunny front verandah like two aged and quiet chaps.
Their Master coming home that night completely unaware
of the mayhem and mischief that had been caused by this pair,
just noticed his two dogs snored on in evening sunlight waning.
On it’s way, a Council letter, recommending dog restraining.
Maureen Clifford © 05/11
Two dogs, Jack and Myrphy, one a Blue, one bitzer – Brown
decided to escape their yard and head off into town
for a little adventure and a chance to hit the halls
of the local parish church and school where they knew kids had balls.
The crossed the highway into town, lucky the Kenny missed,
though the driver hit the air horn and was just a trifle pis.....miffed
‘Bloody dogs and kangaroos’ he cursed through tight clenched teeth
‘lucky I missed the buggers – I hate cleaning underneath.’
Jack and Myrphy found the oval, found the kids eating lunch
which gave the added bonus of a canine type free brunch.
The kids played cricket and soccer and Myrph and Jack did too.
Jack was a darn good fielder and old Myrph a Socceroo.
The kids were having heaps of fun the dogs were quite excited
the Nuns it seems not so much, for the dogs were uninvited.
They rang the local dog catcher and said two dogs were found
wandering on the oval – could they take them to the pound?
The dog catcher turned up inside the big white council truck
with the cage upon the back - it seems the dogs were out of luck.
They led him on a merry chase – the kids shouting and squealing
and old Myrphy got some practice in the canine art of heeling.
The dogs raced through the schoolyard with the catcher in pursuit,
a bloke now long past fifty, overweight and quite hirsute.
The dogs raced through an open door and straight into the church
where the Nuns were knelt for Angelus – but they near fell off their perch.
But by now old Myrph was blowing hard and Jack had had enough
thought they’d best skedaddle out of there. Party was getting rough.
There were Sisters having hissy fits and kids all in hysterics
and a dogcatcher red faced and panting like the local cleric.
So with a bark and wagging tail they bade the kid’s goodbye
and headed back the way they came their spirits mighty high.
They leapt the fence at their place and settled down for doggy naps
on the sunny front verandah like two aged and quiet chaps.
Their Master coming home that night completely unaware
of the mayhem and mischief that had been caused by this pair,
just noticed his two dogs snored on in evening sunlight waning.
On it’s way, a Council letter, recommending dog restraining.
Maureen Clifford © 05/11