Bardy in Charge

So it was in our home
He staked his claim
And we were soon pawns
In his little game
Destined to pander
To his every need
Providing his food
With variation and speed
Moving our things
Away to one side
When a suitable place
To rest he'd espied
In short and in truth
His subjects we became
And he our king
In all but name

Oh but never, never
Would we change a thing
Even when at night
His chorus he'd sing
For he was and still is
Our precious companion
A close confidente
Of our daughters, our son
A warm living creature
Who lays on my bed
And makes me the meat
In the sandwich under the spread
No matter what happens
Be it health or sickness
We wouldn't be without him
That I solemnly confess



Terry Rhiannyr
April, 2013