The Cur © photo byLoree (Mason) O'Neil   Her mother was blue heeler, But quite a rounder too... The father undetermined, No blue blood it is true.   She was born with a stigma, That's attached tightly to her... There's no other explanation, She will always be a cur.   But the moment that I saw her, And I held her in my arms... I felt my heart turn over, As she plied me with her charms.   Her markings are peculiar, To say the very least... Her appetite voracious, She has to have a feast.   Her tongue is soft and gentle, As she kisses on my neck... Her crying like a newborn, Makes me a total wreck.   We didn't really need a dog, The day we took her in... But with that funny face of hers, She sure did need a friend!   © 02/26/05  Loree (Mason) O'Neil     Midi playing is:  Lets Chase Each Other Round The Room     Back To My Index Page   To Send This To A Friend Click The Button Below: