There is a great four legged beast of burden

That I cannot seem to remember.

Methinks I have heard it say foo.

Or maybe it was maa?

At times I can smell something foul

As I drive down a country road.

But I just cannot place

Which creature is making that stink.

I think I recall shades of brown,

Or is it a black and white spotted hide?

Leave me alone with my tall glass of milk. And let me enjoy my butter-slathered steak.

As I zip up my leather jacket before I ride,

The critter's name still slips my mind.

I'm done worrying about it, I don't care.

Because that animal keeps escaping me.

What were we talking about?

One step forward. Two steps back.

Can't stay still or you'll attack.

Do I chase you? Or you me?

To dual paths we're doomed to be.

I see you not yet know your there.

And somehow now you're everywhere.

With no denial or affirmation,

my journey just a declination.

Running forward, you elude.

Barrel backwards, I intrude.

I still do chase the mystery,

for when I catch you, I will know me.

Bobo is the name of the dog that I cherish

My heart will break if one day he begins to perish

I've had him since he was two weeks old

When God made him he broke the mold

Bobo always sits when he is told

He is nicer than silver, and brighter than gold

Bobo sleeps next to my neck most of the night

He snores loud like my dad, but that's alright

The perfect friend, that is my dog

Never complains, just sits there like a log

Yes, that it Bobo

My friend, my dog