My vrou het so ‘n wit hond
Dit is ‘n klein wit hond
Hy is verskriklik lelik
Maar sy dink hy is te kostelik
Hy is ‘n langhaar gedrog
Maar sy loop altyd met hom en spog
Kry beter behandeling
As ek en die kinders
Hy verstaan haar as hy kon
Word gevat na die hondesalon
Hy kry net ‘steak’ om te eet
Hy gee glo net liefde en niks leed
Hy blaf altyd onnodig
En dan wil ek net vlug
Hy gee jou baie moeite
Hy is altyd onder jou voete
Vlooie sal hy altyd hê
En dring aan om tussen ons te lê
Maar sy is lief vir die ding
En vir hom sal sy spring
Ek moet hom seker aanvaar
Al wil ek teen die mure uitvaar
Ook maar net om haar ontwil
Net sterk staan al wil ek my dood gril
L.C.J. Engelbrecht
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