SHAB – THE Minister of Yards and Lawns, has officially retired, and now can be seen dancing and running in wetlands afar, travelling aboard the Royal yacht on his way to lecture at Oxford on the ‘Art of Chasing Squirrels.
Yes, this man who walked on all fours, and spoke 4 languages, Swedish, French, Italian and Japanese, but with a slight Persian twang, has gone abroad for an undisclosed period of time. With no Pedigrees, this Best Friend spoke the dialect Jack London could only write about: “Wolf!” and will be truly missed doing his absence whilst on tour.
Bold letters made his name a star
So please raise a glass and toast
And sing; louder than a coyotes howl
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SHAB Rocks
on the Walk of Fame
SHAB Rocks
where he’d Strutt and stride
SHAB Rocks
like John Wayne,
Rock
Rock n’ Roll
Buttie call
leading man Clark Gable
“Frankly my Dear. I Don’t Give A Damn.”
SHAB Rocks with his own chauffeur-driven car.
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My Bird flys empty across the sky,
Yet I will catch you for reals,
With bowtie in place and topper hat
My paws embrace thoughts of you
My truly to be missed
dear friend, high five.
Feathered Pest I Bid Adoo…
And To You, who have cared for me,
shown me the better ways.
Shouted thunder, calmed my 4ths
Soothed my pains…
My ears will be forever
Listening for your slightest call.
Love Always… Thanks for being there… Shab
P.s… it was Conner who knocked your Vase off the shelf and it was Dane who drove your golf cart into the lake.
