
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
