76 The Sort of Pet I Am to Thee
76.
The Sort of Pet I am to Thee
Consider that I'm not a pest
As I am subject to thy behest
Perhaps I'm a rooster
Who wakes up earlier
To tell my master
I'm ahead him/her
Perhaps I'm a cat
Who incurs my wrath
On every destructive rat
In my keeper's hut
Perhaps I'm a canine
Who barks even past nine
When someone crosses the line
I can even break a spine
Perhaps I'm a pig
Who just lay fat and big
Can't even do a graceful jig
Only comfort it wants to dig
Perhaps I'm a carabao
Friend of iron plow
Machine for more than just an hour
Works with even humble bow.
If I'm all or none above
I hope to me you have some love.
-11/29/2011
(Dumarao)
*confused about career disposition
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