You send the pups outside to play This so-soft, sunny summer day
The yard is big and safely fenced A paradise nicely condensed
And there the dogs have cats to chase Bugs to eat, each other to race
Soft rubber toys to squeak and chew Bowls of water and dog-food stew
And naps to take beneath oak trees Tummies up in the soft, soft breeze
And yet –
As soon as you have let them out Then all they seem to do is pout
Unhappy with their vast estate They glare at you and seem to hate
They hate the cats, they hate their toys You have denied them all their joys
They bark and scratch at all the doors They’re kinda cute – like sophomores
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.
Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree: The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.