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Little Stray Dog

Little stray dog Lost in the fog All skin and bone Where is your home? Got no pet-food (YOU ain't no prude!) Just want a smidge Let's look in the fridge... Scarf down sweet-pickles? (The starvin' ain't fickle!) Raisin bran gone Still here at dawn... LORD, you gettin' fat As a lazy house-cat But you're just a loaner ('Til I find your true owner)

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Skat A

Date: 5/26/2015 10:37:00 PM

I don't know why, but I enjoyed. .. God, come on give him a home

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 10/31/2009 7:28:00 PM

U have captured the essence of not only dog but the homeless too with your excellent rhyme... food for thought... thankxxx for sharing and for commenting on my Drama poem... its all experience put from pen to page ... life is a great teacher... keep on writing ... Linda-Marie

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 10/31/2009 2:42:00 PM

You will be his owner,finders keepers:)i found a stray dog,years ago ,skinny to the bone ,a puppy in a road full of cars.. she is still with me,,the best friend love ever--Charma;)

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 10/31/2009 1:29:00 PM

Very cute and witty, Tim! I love this piece. I can just see the mooching dog taking over. I think he has found his "true owner" and it is you! Love, Carolyn

Kim Hilliker

Date: 10/31/2009 11:22:00 AM

Maybe the dog found his home in you. Good luck!