I’m turning into Stanley
he’s morphing into me
I write in my blog
how my mind is a fog
how I’m sure we’re becoming one big dog
who snoozes
when he chooses
and generally confuses
the basket on the floor for the sofa he uses
the whole thing such a buzz
the dog that is, the man that was

now it’s Stanley going to work, not me
managing quite effectively
only struggling because
he needs hands not claws
to neatly unwrap a pack of gauze
and grizzles a bunch
and wolfs his lunch
in a messy old crunch
and his deadly farts pack quite a punch
but still – I’m just a beginner
humans are ace but dogs are a winner