Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Twas The Night Before Westminster

Rufus, in his cap, in Central Park


Twas the Night Before Westminster
By Rufus

Twas the night before Westminster, when all through the hotel
All the creatures were stirring, yes even a Xolo
But dad in his skivvies and I in my cap
Tried to settle our brains for a good Midtown nap


When out in the lobby there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter
Away to the door I flew like a flash
Dad opened it up and and to the lobby I ran to make a big splash

The flash bulbs from the paparazzi, you know
Gave the luster of mid-day to the critters below
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a Miniature Poodle and one of those new breeds, on the name I'm not clear

And then, in a twinkling, I heard from the front desk
The prancing and pawing of my great nemesis
As I drew in my head and was turning around
Through the revolving door arrived that Pekingese with a bound

He was wearing lots of fur, but no head and no foot
Looked like a mess and just wouldn't stay put
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had something to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And filled the seats at the Garden, yes it really does irk
And laying his paw aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the podium he rose.

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