The Fat Pug

The Dog In The Yard

January 6th 2009 7:11 pm
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I looked! Then saw her
Running real hard!
I looked! And saw her!
This dog in the yard!
She came! From Florida
With her two human beings.
She came! From Florida
For all our seeings.

But what’s this?
Away she runs.
Oh no, not yet,
Again she comes…
With something in her jaw.
So, I ran right over
To see in her paw.

Is it a bone? A munchy? Or treat?
Is it something savory?
Something good to eat?
Here! Let me sniff.
Ah yes, let’s see
Perhaps it is something to share
‘Tween you and me?

Why no! It is only a stick.
A stick made of wood.
This must be a trick.
Why eat twig or bark?
A silly old stick!

There’s plenty good,
Don’t you understand?
Just bark or whine,
Humans are at your command.

There’s bones, munchies, and treats.
A lot of it’s savory and scrumptious.
Feasts in cans! Oh how sumptuous.

But a stick?
A piece of wood?
Oh dog, I didn’t think you ever could
Disappointment me so.
Oh yes, dog in the yard,
We both know—you must go.

—Apologies to Dr. Seuss

 
 

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