Doggerel

This was written for the dog we used to have; we are currently, alas, dogless. But we have dogs in our future, I'm sure of it.

Our dog is of the canine ilk,

one end is wag, the other silk

He sniffs and wags where ever he goes

and sleeps on top of our clean clothes

He snarls and barks at falling leaves

and cheerfully admits the thieves

Our dog is of the canine breed

one end is gas, the other greed

he eats our scraps without complaint

and strews our yard with mounds of taint

he rolls in reeking, rotted clams

then greets our guests with body slams

he swallows up great bowls of chow

and spews them up indoors or out

Our dog is of the canine kind

one end is kiss, the other hind

he waits for our return all day

and's never fussy, only gay

we leave him all alone for hours

when we return he never glowers

he never treats us with disdain,

he shows he's glad we're back again.

Loyal, honest, caring friend --

Canine trumps the human trend.