I don’t have a pet,
but bump into one
every beach day just the same
–as reliable as any
ever kept,
(even if the owner isn’t)
I can count on Prince to be there
stamping on my tootsies,
nipping at my heels,
and ready to play ball.
(an arch’type, you know?)
If I run–he runs
If I walk–he walks
If I fall–he falls, since
London Bridge is comin’ down, and
Prince can’t negotiate deep sand for sh*t
He loves the surfline, and
I don’t mind–
–it keeps me on my toes
and more the merrier, he
. . .
is such a good companion, but even so
–when I leave,
I leave
Prince
behind, and it’s only
right I should
–foregoing sands
for cement,
I know the city
won’t
Foot
Prince
feats.
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