Happy Birthday Master by Peter Dornan

The first time I’ve missed your Birthday,
In sixteen years,
I’ll be there in spirit,
So don’t shed tears.

In my grand old years,
I couldn’t run,
But before that John,
we had some fun!

I bet you didn’t know,
That I could write prose,
I love my remembrance corner,
And location you chose.

This year John,
No scratching at the door,
I know you won’t miss,
My constant loud snore?

My problems ‘Down Below’,
It must have made you blush,
You’d rather I was chasing,
That kitchen sweeping brush!

From time to time, I rubbed your legs,
I only meant to pester,
I’ll miss those walks to the shop,
To collect your daily paper!

I was happy and loved,
Fed well, no dregs,
But the old Arthritis,
Attacked my hind legs!

You cared for me when ill,
I was strong, a bit of a Chancer,
But that dreaded day came,
With the onset of cancer!

On this birthday,
I’ll howl and howl, aloud,
A wonderful Master,
You really should be proud!

Have a great day friend,
You really were ‘The Boss’,
Happy Birthday John,
From your loving friend Chaos!