Arf, Arf, He Goes, a Merry Sight

i assume that most of you know what happened today – exactly thirty years ago. after celebrating john lennons 70th birthday in october, this year we also have to take into account that he is already gone for three decades now.
i will not say much about him and his death now – if youre interested in the historical details, visit wikipedia. if you want to read some pathetic obituary, visit some other site. lets just let the artist speak for himself, with one of his poems that i count among my very favourites. of course it is a sad poem, because december 8th is a sad day, about a dog who was decided to cease his happy and humble existence. it feels awkward to think about the bitter irony in this – the irony about who really was the dog, being put to sleep some 16 years later…



John Lennon: Good Dog Nigel
(In His Own Write, 1964)

click to enlarge Arf, Arf, he goes, a merry sight,
Our little hairy friend,
Arf, Arf, upon the lampost bright
Arfing round the bend.
Nice dog! Goo boy,
Waggie tail and beg,
Clever Nigel, jump for joy
Because we’re putting you to sleep at three of the clockNigel.

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