I think that I shall never pee On something better than a tree. A tree whose hungry bark awaits Each message from my canine mates; A tree whose bark is never full, But always waits, dependable; A tree that may the year ’round bear A thousand greetings I’ve left there, And news of foe and […]
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So much depends upon the first green grass of summer imbued with something disgusting in which to roll and roll and roll.
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When I was but a puppy A grizzled elder said, “If pretty puppesses you chase You’ll find you’re better dead; Enjoy them from a distance, Keep them a sight to see.” But I was but a puppy, No use to talk to me. When I was still a puppy That same old dog advised, “if
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It little profits that an idle pooch, on this old porch, on such a paltry street, Wifeless and alone, I but dispense Reproof and caution to mere passers by, That, deafened by their earbuds, pay no mind. This idleness offends my soul: Slurp Every final drop I will from out life’s bowl; Each day I’ve
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Who is Sylvia? Just a cat Infesting my domain; Master put out the welcome mat, Declared her chatelaine, Despite my urgent caveat. Which proved, I own, groundless at best; Our Syl’s a gentle queen, Instructs us all in peaceful rest, Is very seldom seen Or heard, and always self-possessed. Such qualities, in a word, define
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My neighborhood’s an endless source of news, And I’m hard pressed to keep on top of it. Each detail on each street I must peruse, So I’m confused by those who do the opposite. A few short years ago when I would hear Some human talking to the air around, I’d think them mad, and
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