Your father didn’t
Like Mr Fudgee
Getting into your
Bed snuggling up
Next to you putting
His nose into your
Ear and he would chase
Mr Fudgee out
Of your room and tell
You off in his deep
Baritone voice for
Allowing him in
Saying don’t let young
Mr Fudgee in
To your bed Alice
It won’t do and off
He'd go in temper
Huffing and puffing
But once he was out
Of earshot and off
Downstairs you would let
Mr Fudgee back
Into your room once
More and he’d get in
The bed and you’d hug
Him and kiss him and
Feel his warmth near you
And against you and
He'd look at you with
His big brown eyes and
You’d stare back at him
And know deep down that
You didn’t ever
Want to be without
Mr Fudgee and
Remembered clearly
How yesterday while
You sat in the big
Old chair in the hall
Mr Fudgee came
And sat on your lap
And began kissing
Your arm and face and
Eyelids and Father
Took him off by the
Scruff of his neck and
Saying remember
Your place in this house
Mr Fudgee don’t
Sit on Alice’s
Little lap and lick
And nuzzle your nose
Into her neck and
Off Mr Fudgee
Went looking back all
Sad and forlorn and
You gave him a small
Wave and blew him a
Kiss from your small palm
Which flew far beyond
Father’s reach and touched
Mr Fudgee’s nose
Invisibly as
None but you and your
Dog Mr Fudgee
Could know feel or see.
