SICK AS A DOG

It was a quiet fire station,
Gus was not his wild self.
Chief then made an observation,
“Our candy bars are missing from the shelf.”

There must have been a dozen boxes,
For they were for our company picnic.
“I don't know where our medic Doc is,
I'd better take Gus to the clinic.”


“This patient looks peculiar,
How long’s he had these funny spots?”
“No, Ma’am, that’s not what brought us in here,
I think his stomach’s tied in knots.”

The dog-ter ordered Gus a cat-scan,
And sent him up to level 4.
Chief was not the world’s most patient man,
And that line was backed up out the door.


Gus must have used a ladder,
That shelf’s more than six feet up,
Chief nearly burst out loud in laughter,
That dog is one resourceful pup!

There’s no way he ate twelve boxes,
I wonder where he stashed the rest.
Perhaps he buried them by his dog house,
It would explain that muddy mess.


Chief stepped out to make a phone call,
For they’d been waiting for eternity.
Gus then snuck off down the north hall,
And somehow wound up in maternity.

“Mr. Edwards, please report to room 420,”
And Chief ran with all he had.
The nurse handed him a puppy,
“Your little Gus is now a dad!”


Chief woke up from his dream to find,
Just one box missing from the rack.
“This must have been all in my mind,
I need to quit those midnight snacks!”

He got up to get some water,
And some pills to soothe his tummy.
Gus was relieved Chief had not spotted,
The missing chocolate Easter bunnies.


David J Allen
February 13, 2005


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