I love to sit in an English pub and just hear what the folk have to say

whether its talk of the local weather or the news item of the day

there’s chatter about the cricket, and the disastrous last football game

and talk of political failures and the fact that Boris is to blame

but most of all the talk’s about dogs, as folks enter with one in tow

what a lovely dog? what is it? and how much bigger will it grow?

There’s a general discussion on training and tales of each well loved pet

of what is the best and the worst of the breed, and what dog not to get

There’s chat on the various diets and the exercise each canine needs

theres a long , excited, discussion on bad tempered dogs off their leads

There’s shared stories on ways to travel and not leave the dog behind

To avoid planes and ships, and take shorter trips, dogs comfort on their mind

There’s muttering tales of those people who fail to scoop up the poop

and the sad tales of long lost, loved pooches, to depress the listening group

The English are fun loving people and the pubs are both cosy and nice

but beware if you mistreat a doggy, the air will turn into ice

Ah I love to sit in an English pub and hear all the chatter around me

I love that the locals include me and I engage with the ones that surround me

and I really love dogs, well I love some dogs, but I have very little to say

when the conversation inevitably leads to the dog story of the day