VIP

VIP

I visit bars, just to get out,

Usually, once a day.

I’m not a regular, not just yet

But some VIP’s I’ve recently met.

Every bar sets the bar

For what their bar should be

Some are new, some are old

Some quiet, some bold.

Whatever the ambience for each may be

I’ve noticed one peculiarity.

It appears to me that every pub,

 Has its own Very Important club.

A handshake, only they know how

To convince us all to give them chow.

It’s simple enough and not discreet

Definitely learned on the street.

The VIP’s, all cute to me

Politely sit and stare at me.

Those eyes so sullen and deeply blue

“I’ve not eaten yet.  I swear it’s true.”

Bartender please, another beer

And a snack for my new best friend

She’s waiting patiently, here you see.

She’s today’s VIP.

This one’s wiry, and sort of fluffy

Another was a bully with hints of husky

One thing in common, they all displayed

If a ball was thrown, they had to play.

Stood on four legs, some short, some taller

Some don’t even wear their collars.

I’ve learned by now, I’ve seen what’s up.

These are all Very Important Pups.