For Pink

For Pink, The Havanese With Many Poems By Harry Bennett

A name to grow into I think

Should happen to one in a blink

A young life cultivation

Comes a new BIS sensation

And we simply just call the girl “Pink”.

This pup from the east of Caribbea

Femme Fatale like in Grease that Olivia

Her hair tousled not a twirl

She was often a whirl

And so her career was too I don’t fib ya.

This was a young girl with a “do”

She looked always together he threw

Her style as is

But it wasn’t “the frizz”

So complaints of a part did ensue.

Her guy showed his dog from the start

‘Biding by those words from the heart

Grooming perfect imperfection

Not section by section

‘Til death undo me part.

Tho’ color as such immaterial

No blues to be shown is imperial

A Black nose it does state

‘Cept a brown on chocolate

Even so the rainbow does carry all.

From up on the hill it looked grand

A new place, a new crown in her hand

But with finals a coming

The numbers a summing

There’s no time twinkling toes in the sand.

Adventure and glamour the key

She’s heard something ’bout “Had To Be Me”

So she took on a call

Not once afraid to fall

She’s already gone higher than they see.

So off to the West Coast she flew

Only Mom and her hairdresser knew

No idea of St. Nick’s

But Mark Roberts, the Pix

For he was from Santa Ana too.

Heralds the Gulf yes the breeze

At levels its not at to sneeze

Tho it’s impact is great

It may alter a state

But not like its mascot Hav’ nese.

The wind takes its toll on the arbor

Across the state and still farther

But as bad as it is

We love Cuba for this

And those best are kept safe in the Harbor.

Before I lay me down to sleep

I can’t leave out the first for ye

The one with the curl

Somtimes coal somtimes pearl

The BIS, “It Had To Be Me.”

A Collection of Poems For Connie and Her Havanese, Written by Harry Bennett