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Elegy On Cherubic Chap Laloo - Couplets
I recall, bringing you home, quite small and cuddly Bouncing around eyes flashing, ears floppy. Your passion: chewing all and making mess around Put your head down as you heard my foot sound. But were my security guard in my old age Barking at each of passer-by in rage. When I had hard days at work, you waited for me Wagging your tail to say, “Welcome, missed thee” While I read the newspaper, you hopped on my lap Asked nothing more than pat your head to tap. Old age took its toll, unable to stand on your legs Drove you last time to wet like scrambled egg As the vet led you away, you turned and looked back As if to say, “Thanks, for taking care, Jack” I will always remember you the way you were- One lovable, huggable pile of fur. He waits, not playing, sits all alone in heaven For he knows his master will come leavened I wait out in the dark and cold for hand of death He will hear the sound; will bark, at the wreath. ============================================ 2-11-13 Dr. Ram Mehta First Place win Contest: Elegy Form by Constance * Laloo is the Indian name of my huggable pile of fur.
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