A Greyhound's Prayer.

For years I ran with all my might
Until one fateful Friday night
I tripped, I fell and broke my toe,
“He’s no use now, he’ll have to go”.

So I was moved to a cold, dark shed
With dirty paper for a bed.
But no-one came to see me there
For when you can’t run, they don’t care.

The months went by, I felt so sad
I really must have made him mad.
And then one day a lady came
She stroked my head and called my name.

“It’s not just at racing you excel
There’s lots of things you could do well”.
So if someone wants to rescue me
Please phone the GRWE.

Lesley Hall.

Rupert

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