Tommy
Rex Tyler, 30.12.2000 · Printable version
| Christmas Day
And Tommy had arrived The kid's would be His playmates that's what he thought For all of history By Boxing Day his habits Of peeing on the floor And having to be taken out They didn't know what for It really got to Tommy's mum She couldn't stand the pace The dog was for the children But they were not on his case The chores connnected with the dog And so he had to go A Christmas pet discarded On the tow-path in the snow He'd recalled he had a nice warm bed Beside the old fire grate But now tossed out into the cold Well he shivered at a rate At 4 degrees below There was just nothing he could do But walk away and try to find An even better crew He didn't have a sausage They'd left him in the snow He'd felt the old man's boot Up his backside as he did go Get lost you mangy mongrel Go find some other chump Who would now look after you This was a a whopping bump But Tommy full of confidence Raced off positively Assurred he'd find a master Who would care for him so he Began by yelping at the doors of boats Along the quay But nobody seemed in Or if in, didn't want Tommy And by the time night fall had come The food smelled good but he Probably would not get the food Well not so easily And then of course it dawned on him He'd probably have to steal Go down to the dustbin place And ferret for a meal He did this almost everyday And pretty well he ate Bread and cakes from Fishermen And the odd fish from their net Boat people some get moorings Other go away It's 2 weeks here and 2 weeks there You then don't have to pay And those gits who had bought him Had probaby moved on For when he went to find them later Well they just were gone So he'd become an orphan Nobody to give No where he could call his home Just no where he could live He'd jump on boats during the day And sleep on decks at night But by the time the sun came up He'd be gone a'for the light Tommy managed pretty well To get by till one day He leapt in front of a working barge And there's not much left to say He was crushed against the jetty He lay panting on the quay The seagulls came and claimed him And took him out to sea |









