Great Rocky

Rocky was a giant dog
he stood two metres tall
he didn't have a nice warm home
cos no-one wanted him at all

He spent his days sat in a kennel
in a crumbling old dogs home
the owner kept him locked in
so he never got to roam

He wasn't old, poor Rocky dear
he'd only just turned three
a life inside a prison
wasn't where he wanted to be

He longed to sleep on cushions
dine on roast veg and chopped meat
but most of all he wanted
to curl up by someone's feet

Then one damp day a face appeared
through the foggy gloom
a beaming smile and eyes so wide
Rocky's heart did bloom

The girl rushed up to Rocky's pen
a tear poured from her eye
'He's the one,' she cried with delight
'He's so timid and shy.'

Rocky's breath caught in his mouth
he'd been down this road before
but the girl led him from his pen
to be hers forever more