My Spotty Dog

I called my dalmatian 'Reeves gambit,' chess thing,
there seemed to be spotty dogs anyone could bring,
you sacrifice in order to gain, I did - a great friend,
I gave him a pen - it was amazing the poetry he penned.

He wrote: 'You are not my master, my reactions are faster,
I know you give me a roof over my head, so no disaster,
you upgraded me when I stayed at your friend's pool,
they said that I'm such a smart chap, nobody's fool.'

We went for training, at night, when it was raining,
back and forth, to and fro, he never seemed complaining,
let him sit, threw a few plastic bones, obedient chap,
I was tired but not him, always ready to go another lap.

There was no mystery, the children knew he wouldn't bite,
we should know by now that most things are black and white.