DOGS ON A SEASIDE HOLIDAY: a silly poem about dogs in Cornwall...

 Dogs On A Seaside Holiday…

Dogs are welcome in restaurants,

Dogs are booked into in hotel rooms; 

Dogs plod on leads in pubs and shops, 

Dogs are on holiday, one assumes…

Dogs go rampaging across beaches, 

Dogs are free from their leads and barking;

Dogs are chasing other people’s dogs,

Dogs are peeing for territory marking…

Dogs’ faeces steam in the sand dunes

Dogs’ owners often care not a bit;

Dogs rub their arses on soft sand,

Dogs’ handlers sometimes bag shit…

Dogs’ rights are nearly those of humans,

Dogs have become an unavoidable intrusion;

Dogs are changing seaside holidays, for

Dogs have been granted total inclusion…

Dogs are carried like infants in arms,

Dogs sit in pushchairs or hang in slings;

Dogs ride in cycle boxes on the Camel trail,

Dogs like royalty are at the heart of things… 

 Dogs give other dogs’ buttholes a sniff, 

Dogs wear outfits and bandanas by the sea;

Dogs have replaced children on holiday and

Dogs are spoken to like babies with glee…   

Pete Ray

8th December 2022

Just a daft exaggeration…