There are are some very clever people....the way they can put words together.......enjoy
We pensioned off old Blue the dog when old age got him down We sent him for company to old Grandma in the town But while Granny was elated Blue still craved the great out doors and he would roam the town exploring while old granny did the chores So it was this sunday morning Blue was fossicking about through the paddocks near the township on his normal daily scout When a canine gourmet odour overpowered his sense of smell though his eyesight had diminished his old sniffer still worked well And the sense of his excitement was reposed down by the creek where a sheep had met his maker for the best part of a week For its woolly corpse was spreading and the air was far from fresh from this rancid flyblown carcass with its seething greenish flesh It was a dogs idea of heaven and old Blue, he rubbed and rolled till he ponged just like the sheep did and with ecstasy extolled Then an idea formed within him as he gave a gentle tug and he found the carcass followed like a matted lumpy rug He would take it home for later it should last a week or two if he stored it in his kennel he could keep his prize from view So he gripped the carcass firmly proudly into town he went but his load proved fairly heavy and old Blues energy soon spent And the only shade on offer was the building with the bell and he dragged his prize towards with its flies and feral smell Then the dog and sheep both rested in the front porch of the church old Blue looked up the gangway at the parson on his perch He was revving up the faithful to repent to save their worth and said satan was the culprit for all the rotten things on earth And he roared of fire and brimstone and redemption for the throng up the aisle came satans presence in this godforsaken pong And they all cried “Hallelujah” and they fell as one to pray but by now old Blue was rested and he hadn’t time to stay He proceeded up the roadway with the woolly corpse in tow with a shortcut through the nursing home the quickest way to go Where the matron, in a panic counted heads in mortal fright with a smell like that they’d surely lost a patient through the night And the members at the bowls club lowered all their flags half mast doffed their hats in silence for the funeral going past But old Blue lugged his prize on homewards travelling past the bowling club till he took a breather under the verandah of the pub There old boozing Bill was resting sleeping off the night before to wait the sunday session when they opened up the door When the stench awoke his slumber which was highly on the nose and he thought his pickled body had begun to decompose And he missed the sunday session when he ran home to his wife to proclaim the shock announcement he was off the booze for life Meanwhile Blue could see Gran’s gateway at the far end of the street so he started up the pavement with his ripe and tasty treat But there was movement in the backstreets as the town dogs sniffed in deep they broke chains and climbed high fences for a piece of Blue’s dead sheep And Blue felt the road vibrating from the stamp of canine feet as this pack of thirty mongrels came advancing up the street But he wasn’t into sharing so he sought a quick escape and he spied a nearby building with a door that stood agape Through this door he sought asylum but his presence caused a shriek for he’d chosen the local deli that was run by Nick the greek And Blue shot beneath a table where the sheep and he could hide but the dog pack was relentless and they followed him inside Now the table Blue had chosen was a double booked mistake with the law enforcement sergeant sipping coffee on his break And the sergeant sat bolt upright with a dog between his feet and his eyes began to water from the dead decaying meat Then the sarge leapt up in horror but in his haste he slipped and fell falling down amongst Blue’s mutton with it’s all embracing smell And he lay somewhat bewildered in the gore, flat on his back when the mongrel pack descended in a frenzied dog attack With first thought self- preservation from the rows of teeth he faced the sarge fumbled for his pistol in it’s holster at his waist There were muffled bangs and yelping as random shots rang out and the whine of bouncing bullets off the brickwork all about As he blasted in a panic from beneath the blood and gore a front window and the drink fridge were both added to the score And the cappuccino maker copped a mortal wound and died hissing steam, it levitated falling frothing on it’s side And Nick the greek, the owner grabbed a shotgun in his fright blasting into the confusion of the frantic canine fight At short range it wasn’t pretty dogs were plastered on the wall there was laminex in splinters clouds of dog hair covered all Then the smoke detector whistled with the gunsmoke in the air which set off the sprinkler system and a siren gave a blare And the echoes still were ringing when beneath the dying heap there emerged old Blue, still dragging at the remnants of his sheep It’s head was gone and several legs but it hadn’t lost it’s smell in the armistice that followed Blue decided not to dwell He leapt the fence at Grandma’s for his feet had sprouted wings pure adrenalin propelled him fleeing dogs and guns and things Now old Gran had influenza and had lost her sense of smell with Blues sheep in the garden that was probably just as well And she looked out from her front fence at the town in disarray at the ambulance, police cars and the rspca as well Then the fire brigade rushed past her flashing lights of rosy hue and she hugged the old dog tightly he’d protect her would old Blue You just stay here like a good dog Grandma told him with a frown “ ‘cause you’ve no idea the trouble you can get into in town”