SPOT FREE

It was a filthy fire station,
We could barely see the sidewalk.
Chief then had an inspiration ---
“It's time we put that dog to work!”

“Get out of bed, you lazy pup!
Put down your comic book and box of bones.
Here's a bucket with some suds,
It's time to wash the windows.”


On the double Gus got up,
And got to work without delay.
But Gus was not a focused pup,
And he quickly went astray.

The sound of music filled the street,
Gus smacked his mouth and licked his lips.
The truck pulled up, he grabbed a treat ---
Vanilla cream with chocolate chips.


Chief looked out and was not pleased,
Gus got to work right on the dot.
He cut right through the grime and grease,
But could not rid those nasty spots.

Gus put more soap into his pail,
And pushed and scrubbed with all his might.
But it was to no avail,
Those nasty spots still held on tight.


Each effort led to more frustration,
His nerves were raw, his temper hot.
Then up walked a bright Dalmatian ---
A pure white dog without black spots.

One gentle wipe was all it took,
He got those windows perfectly clear.
Chief came out to have a look,
And Gus beamed bright from ear to ear.


“How much do I owe ya?”
Gus asked the pure white pup.
“I don't care too much for money,
What I really want's your love.”

I woke up from my dream to see,
That pure white dog was He,
Who took my sins on Calvary,
So spotless, too, that I may be.


David J Allen
March 12, 2005


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