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Gerry and the Turnpike Gang........or its a dogs life!
by Roy Green copyright 2008
Gerry was a rare old dog,
A mongrel of the highest pedigree,
He lived in a kennel,
In Turnpike Lane,
With a family called Lee!
He was highly respected was our Gerry,
He was known by all the animals for miles around,
There was certain areas they must not go near,
That was Gerry's hunting ground!
No one ever picked on Gerry or his mates,
If they did, they got what for,
And found next day that their faces,
Would ache!
Gerry had a few wives about,
And a few puppies too,
Whenever there was a fresh face in town,
Our Gerry knew!
Gerry had his own gang,
Known as the Turnpike five,
And it is thanks to those friends,
That Gerry is still alive!
There was small Scottie,
And Ben a Labrador,
Shep an old English sheepdog,
And Jack Russell made four,
And of course there was Gerry,
The Leader of the Gang,
No one stood in his way,
No one did complain!
Jack Russell was a wiry little chap,
The reason that his mum and dad,
Put "Beware of the Dog"
On the front door mat!
Gerry and the gang was kind to every living thing,
Except those that hurt others,
And cats who could not in tune sing!
Turnpike Lane was at the back of beyond,
And surrounded by fields and trees,
An ideal place for dogs to play and convenient,
For all their wees!
The gang were lazing in the warm summer sun,
When Gerry's ears pricked up,
There was a fox on the run!
"Action men" Gerry barked aloud,
When all of a sudden,
A young fox ran between them,
Followed by that nasty hunting crowd!
Now Gerry did not like anyway, interfering with his rest,
Especially those hunting hounds which he did detest,
The Turnpike Gang sprang into action,
Getting the hounds away from the fox,
Creating a distraction!
Those hounds ran here,
Those hounds ran there,
But wherever they ran,
The Turnpike Gang were there!
The horses went flying,
Their owners ending up in a ditch,
At that moment Little Jack Russell stopped,
He had to scratch,
He had an itch!
The hunting hounds ran round and around,
They did not know where that fox went,
With the Turnpike Five in action,
They had lost the scent!
How the Gang played around with those hounds
Although they rushed across the fields,
They knew not where they were bound!
With the Gang they did not stand a chance,
Being snooty hunting dogs,
They would not normally give,
The Turnpike lads a second glance!
Gerry barked at them and they ran away back,
Bravery was something that members of his gang
Did not lack!
The little fox ran away fast,
Oh she sighed, "how much more can this last,
Most of the hounds have been deverted,
It's a good job, I ran through those nice dogs,
Otherwise they would not have been alerted!"
"There are still some hounds following me,
I am running out of energy,
But wait, who is that big dog following them?
He looks a tough old hound,"
It was Gerry leader of the gang,
Yes! the toughest dog around!"
Gerry being the bravest and most intelligent of the lot,
Noticed that three of the hounds seemed to have lost the plot,
They continued chasing the poor little fox,
Until she was nearly done for and ending up at death's door!
(More to follow)