A Dog's Tale
Except for an occasional
firm tug on my bristly neck,
daily walks were enjoyable.
I really don’t mind, what the heck
I get to sniff the things I love:
Poop, poles, an occasional bitch;
A master I think the world of,
freedom to stop and quell an itch
all my needs in one walkabout.
My master’s a different story:
If barks were words I’d state flat out,
stop this search for milk and honey
For each attempt is doomed to fail
futile as me catching my tail.
Thus leaving you unsatisfied
And life’s pursuit dissatisfied.
Copyright © Albert Ahearn