By Staff
Hamilton Touchstone / Special to the Star
Dec. 24, 2002
This Christmas poem comes from Hamilton Touchstone of Meridian, an U.S. Air Force retiree who has been RVing full-time with his wife, Grace, for 25 years. The poem about a canine friend has been shared at camp sites all over the United States.
Bandit, Bandit, on Christmas Day, where are you?
Looking, sniffing all the guest and gifts, too.
Excited, exploring what Santa left new
Bandit, did Santa bring you a gift or two?
Bandit, you misunderstood almost bit a pal,
BigMom quickly withdrew and left you in a growl.
Bandit ,careful you, or never a pal
Bad manners can chase away friends and Poo-gals.
Bandit, Bandit, quickly your manners need change.
Another Poo could replace you, Bandit, like a bang.
Bandit, 121 Yorkshire is a nice place
Quickly with good manners make haste.
You, Bandit, could be Yorkshire's favorite fan,
With your colors no one thinks you need a tan.
Bark and growl only to keep Alison and Ashley from jams
And never to you will Yorkshire doors slam.
Bandit, be nice and we all you could know
Be a nice Poo and a pal and a good guard just dandy.
Anyone messes with Alison and Ashley be quick and handy.
Let nothing bribe you. not even sweet candy.
Bandit, lots of kids know Santa's deer with the red nose.
Many more kids you they could wish to know.
Bandit be nice, you are in the home of loves
Bad doggie-poo manners belong only to thugs.
Bandit, perhaps the Love girls will excuse you,
Many quests and many gifts confusion perhaps the two
Should they think or with you be through.
Methink you forgot manners Christmas in your sniffing through.
Bandit think. You Alison Ashley up at dawn,
You three happy and playing on the lawn.
Unless perhaps next Christmas a new Poo named Coco
With Alison and Ashley looking-listening for Santa's Ho, Ho, Ho.