The Pontiff

bennie

The Pontiff

(For you Bennie)

He is only two bricks and 50 cents high

A very special little fellow is he

Shaded in tan and black the small little fellow

A cocky little fellow all the time

And he is no saint the little devil

He struts along the paths of Saint Patricks

His eyes are button bright

And God help any stray cats that cross his path.

 

He fears no burglars

He hears the softest and quietists sounds

No boarder dare pass the window

Bennie is apt to tell who it is.

He makes more of a racket than a brass band.

 

And he knows when we go to bed

This little half pint of Guinness

He is quick to jump on the pad

And says to himself

When is he turning off the box with

Pictures and sound

I want to sleep.

 

When I am tired

He will come and be beside me

And rest with me awaiting, awaiting

When will he awake to play with me?

Bennie will just be

And wait again SIGH for the man to awake

Smell and sleep and smell again.

 

When will he be home again?

O when will I hear his footsteps how soon?

Soon Bennie Holy, Unholy PONTIFF SOON

SOON HALF PINT OF GUINESS SOON.

SOON I WILL BE HOME MY FRIEND

MAN’S BEST FRIEND,

SOON BENNIE.

By peter maynier.

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