A philosophical reflection on almsgiving.

The High Price Of Charity

I noticed a rather ugly cripple
Hobbling down the street today;
I observed he was still quite youthful
And neither was he too stylishly dressed.

He had a dirty yellow baseball hat
Upon his unwashed unkempt scruffy head,
Revealing an unfulfilled trendiness
Sadly thwarted by his deformity.

I felt a warm trickle of sympathy,
So I opened my ancestral portal
And tossed out a few superfluous coppers,
Causing him to scrabble for them on the ground.

What a pity then that Boadicea,
My unnaturally fierce giant French poodle,
Broke loose from her chain and pounced upon him,
Biting savagely into his wasted leg.

'Naughty doggy! Naughty doggy!' I called,
Realising I would have to foot the bill
For emergency medical assistance
For my bold pedigree hound yet again.

After all, what horrid, vile infections
Might lurk in the bloodstream of a cripple?
'Ah' I reflected pensively, 'Sometimes
Charity has its financial drawbacks'.

Poetry by Edna Sweetlove
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Written on 2006-10-23 at 14:23

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English War Veteran aged 98
So we are mocking the afflicted now?
I lost my leg in North Africa.
I hope the cripple did not catch anything from your dog and that he is ok. But that depends on what the dog caught from you?!