The Beggar
His eyes are glued upon your plate
Hoping a morsel might escape
Anything that reaches the ground
He'll gladly wolf it down
Anticipation is his fate
Wanting a taste of master's steak
The aroma fills the air
Hungry eyes stare
Every precise cut they see
Every bite they plead
Every chew they woo
Every swallow they boo
Never blinking only fear
That the steak won't be shared
Will the master eat the fat
If he does I'll bite the cat
Oooh yes he looks at me
Tail wagging can't he see
Mouth watering big smile
Don't forget your favorite pal
Meal is done scraps to dog
He swallows them like a starving hog
Happy happy happy day
Steak bone to chew and play
Little doggie loves his treat
That night he sleeps at my feet
Dreams of eating juicy steak
Until he burst from bellyache
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