Matt the Mutt

Matt wagged his tail, at the man with mail, behind a door he sat, wearing his master's hat.

Matt scratched his scruffy hide, waiting to go for a ride, ears pricked at jingling keys, the hairy mutt hopped along, pleased.

The Porsche roof was down, as it raced in to town, to the store for a paper, Matt loved a paper caper.

Outside Matt cocked his leg, as his master smoked a quick cig, a chihuahua laughed at Matt's chain, locked to a water hydrant main.

Chi stood on a pick-up truck seat, yapping and stamping her feet, pretending to drive the old truck, by the window, as Matt could only look.

Matt's master soon turned winked, at Chi's mistress, a tall blonde fink, both humans went for a drive, to a place called lover's hive.

As Matt's master, later, sat on his hood, Chi's mistress did what she could, lovers holding their hands, the mistress taking command.

Matt sniffed at Chi's face, then whimpered as she gave chase, lover's hive looked over the town, where silent sunbeams shine all around.

Not before long, Matt heard a song, on the Porsche radio, while driving Homeo.

'Oh my love,' booming, going round the bend, what most dogs dream chasing, a bone that's never ending...