Lord Lewis of the McStompy Clan

As is now fairly common knowledge in the corner of Twitter that I inhabit, the lovely Stompy's hound, Lord Lewis, has recently come back from the vet bereft of something. Two somethings, to be precise. So in the spirit of helping Sir Lewis through his post-op pain, he (and Stompy) are the subject(s) of today's pome. Here we go!

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Lord Lewis is feeling a bit ill
Of vets he's quite had his fill
He's missing his balls
And for them he calls
Bereft on the windowsill

For one day he hopes that they might
Come back to him late in the night
He's certain he's right
But of them there's no sight
Those awful recalcitrant balls!

But til they come back he's got Stomps
And with her on the sofa he romps
It's cuddles galore
And his spirits they soar
For what dog could worry about balls
When the wee Lady Stompy, she calls?


(Hope the wee lad feels better soon, Stomps!)




Now Drinking: Heather and Heather's Organic Chamomile and Spearmint. F.T.W.