This one's for Sylvia - another doggy tale.
JACK AND MYRPHY…Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBark Poet
Two old dogs - Jack and Myrphy, one a Blue, one bitzer – brown,
decided to escape their yard and head off into town
for a little adventure, and a chance to hit the halls
of the school and parish church, where they knew kids had balls.
They crossed the highway into town. Lucky the Kenny missed.
The driver hit the air horn, more than a trifle pissed
off with bloody dogs and roos, he cursed through tight clenched teeth
"lucky I missed the pair of them – hate cleaning underneath".
The two dogs found the oval where the kids were eating lunch
which gave the added bonus of a canine type free brunch.
The kids played touch and cricket, so Myrphy and Jack did too.
Jack was a darn good fielder and old Myrph a Socceroo.
The kids were having lots of fun and both dogs were excited.
The Nuns it seems not so much for these dogs were uninvited.
They called the shire council advising two stray dogs they’d found,
wandering on the oval. Was the dog catcher around?
The dog catcher turned up inside the big white council truck
with cages on the back - it seems the dogs were out of luck.
They led him such a merry chase – the kids shouting and squealing
and Myrphy thought he’d get some practice in the art of heeling.
The dogs raced through the schoolyard with the catcher in pursuit,
a bloke now long past fifty, overweight and quite hirsute.
The dogs raced through an open door and straight into the church,
where Nuns though knelt for Angelus – nearly fell off their perch.
By now old Myrph was blowing hard and Jack, he’d had enough.
They’d best skedaddle out of there. Party was getting rough.
The Nuns were having hissy fits, some small kids had hysterics.
The dogcatcher was sweating cobs, likewise the local clerics.
So with a bark and wagging tail they bade the kids goodbye
and headed back the way they came, their spirits mighty high.
They leapt the fence at their place, settled down for doggy naps
on chairs on the verandah like two aged and quiet chaps.
Their Master coming home that night was not the least aware
of the mayhem and the mischief caused by his loved canine pair.
He noticed his dogs snoring as the evening sunlight waned.
The council sent a letter. Subject –
Dogs must be restrained.