A Puppy called Basil

A Puppy called Basil

I rescued a puppy called Basil
He looked all forlorn and thin
My heart ruled my head when I saw him
So I took the poor blighter in.

I gave him my old Whitney blanket
Tried settling him down by the hearth
But I could tell Basil was thinking
Yeah mate, you’re having a laugh.

He yelped till three in the morning
The noise went right through my head
There was only one thing for it
I took basil into my bed.

It put a stop to his whining
And he slept for an hour or two
Then I woke to his licks and his barking
And a duvet all covered in poo.

It’s six o’clock in the morning
My duvet’s been thrown in the bin
We’re sharing my old Whitney blanket
But I’m not sharing Basil’s wry grin.

Now don’t get me wrong I adore him
It really was love at first sight
But I’m gonna sleep by the fire
And Basil can have my bed tonight.