Who will claim this ownership and be known
Who will come with basket full of goodies to outdoorBut before claim, who holds in hands apologise
For the disrespect; of owning before given
Who will come with name in mind
And say this is mine, I am here to claim Who is brave enough to pull his own
His head above the parapet from hearing calls Gone are the days of rendezvous and delight
Praying the sun goes down and make darkness hello Your companion a party to the crime as crime
As one of many, uninvited to open house the pleasure But who will lay claim of the burden
Such weight brings as responsibility holds Where are the chaps with voices loud
Who once marked spots and claimed territory strong Are we to DNA test, on Jeremy Kyle before disclosure
Before cowards will announce their names from hide Who is Bingo, my canine’s baby father to be
Many that barked to celebrate entry On occasion activity stack jointed, w' troubles of departure
Who is my Bingo's baby father; I want a name Picture by: Alex Kisilevich
I love the picture...it works well with the poem
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