Poetic pistol

Pop tunes and pup tunes… “Me and you and a dog named Boo.”

Great little bygone song, but sadly the dog became a nervous wreck because of being constantly “booed”.

Speaking of, my little “post traumatic” poet is reporting from “Customs”.

Import laws are set in stone, Such are clear as crystal. No exception will condone A pirate with an undeclared “pistol”. KIM BARRY, Scarborough.