I watch him and try to follow
as he shows me how it’s done…
What luck that I chanced upon this guru
None I know is better than this one
I’m trying to gather the finer points
Of getting this art just right
And with a master like the one I have
It’s nothing but sheer delight
Today, I’m sprawled beside him
On this green carpet of grass
And our limbs are stretched above us
We’re watching the clouds just pass
With a little bit of wiggling
we’re hitting just that right spot
That itch it feels so good to scratch
All my troubles I think I forgot
We lay there watching the sky turn round
Being one with the ambiente
Pasha my Guru with his wiggly butt
teaching me the art of dolce-far-niente!
