Doggerel

If I was possessed of fur,
And not these shabby clothes,
I'd lay down on the floor by you,
And both of us could doze.
If I learned to clean myself
With tongue, instead of soap,
These frozen pipes would not
Have left me wretched, without hope.
If my neighbor's garbage
Was the feast it is to you,
I wouldn't fret that I've no food.
I'd dine the way you do,
And, if I was the dog you are,
Contented with my lot,
I wouldn't beg for winter's end
And weather that is hot.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-01-26 at 19:06

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