HANDBAG

 

The morning sun 

has reached the cross

up on the church

Handbag’s in the pool

He likes to jump 

right in and swim

and then,

he takes a drink,

right where he is,

with flapping ears

it's time 

to dig the grass,

then dig away 

to wreck my house,

I love my Handbag 

even though

his brain is, 

a little slow