If you can keep your tail up when all the others Are cowering and trying to duck the blame For chickens all gone missing but for feathers And wag without the slightest hint of shame; If you can patiently await your dinner, Even on days when it’s unconscionably late; When rations thin dismayingly grow thinner, […]
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When my water bowl’s gone dry And squirrels mock me from their tree I thank that Bull Mastiff in the sky For the wonder that is me. When that thorn stuck in my paw I gave forth no whine or howl. When that bone jammed in my jaw I smiled through painful jowl. And though
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Don’t think (my Kibble) my love might fail, If I reject your offered treat – A scentless biscuit made from kale, Garlic, and unbleached wheat – True, my preferred viands tend more To cluck or moo or bleat, To come replete with fat and gore; In short, I favor meat. So when you seek to
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No dog is a Champion, No dog is the Best; Every dog has its own unique excellence, Its place in the sun. If a stray beneath a bus be turned to mush, All life is reduced As sore as if some coiffured poodle were. As sore as if thy mother, or thy friend, Thyself or
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Above the peaks, a meaningless cumulonimbus splayed its parting parts, enclosing the late sun, whose shafts erupted through the central tendrils, lighting them silver too intense for word. Two dark starlings skipped random as stones over water into the darkness advertised by this glory. A swarm of bull gnats clouded my head while the starlings
Carlos, around the corner up the street, Told me his neighbor had a statue made Of the most fearsome watchdog you could meet Who, vanquished by Carlos, died of shame After his pusillanimous retreat. The bleeding fang holes in his lips and face And flleeing butt the sculptor quite ignored. A fearful snarl he incised
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