friday poem

(my apologies to everyone here at Holy Crap! for starting this whole friday poem thing)
(my apologies to everyone else in advance of reading this)

view from a street light
circles the ground
lying in the midst of the ring
is fagan the blue tick hound

he don't move much
he just lays right there
sometimes he'll lick his nuts
but usually he'll lay and stare

we named him fagan
cause of that guy from steely dan
who had named his group
after a big dildo, man!

fagan was old
decrepit and blue
he was an older model
from 1982.

he shoulda been gone
a long time ago
how could he live so long
under the night lamp's glow?

one day we decided to see
if fagan could stand
we snuck behind him
and interlocked our hands

we tried to lift
he let out a sigh
we felt something wirey
this one kid started to cry

just then flashing bright lights
all in the blink of an eye
a spaceship had surrounded us
and lit up the night sky

they were canine aliens
every one of them white
they were looking at fagan
they were ready to fight

but fagan didn't want that
fagan kept 'em at bay
then up to my leg
he waddled and did say

thanks for the care
and for the bones and meat
by the way tell that tabby cat
her poo tasted sweet

this fagan must leave for the stars
and on this dog ship I must fly
to commandeer the troops
towards the next battle cry

you see the dogs are at war
with evil all over
you thought we were just toys for your planet
to be petted and called rover?

we run the galaxy
and have for some time
by the way bobby
why are we speaking in rhyme?

well, it's poem friday I said,
if you really must know
and thanks to your story
the day won't move as slow

for workers sittin in their cube
trying to pass their days
maybe they'll like this poem
about your canine alien ways

I hope so! said fagan
and with a bow he turned
and entered his spaceship
while the engines began to burn

there I stood, frozen,
on the ground alone at night
my friends still there
but only I glowed under the ring of street light.