Those little woolly insect things That yip and squeak, I loathe, I swear; I hate the tiny tyke that springs Upon your lap and leaves his hair; The silly Pekinese that stare As though their brains were in a fog Are something that I cannot bear; I like a dog as is a dog! The minute hairless freak just stings My temper to a furious flare; The in-bred Spitz or Poodle brings Into my eyes a maniac glare. How can one with such playthings share Work, hope and pain, or with them jog In comrade-wise life's thoroughfare? I like a dog as is a dog! A dog whose very barking rings With joy and trust, whose eyes declare A love and faith denied to Kings; Who's with you in defeat, despair. A dog with size and strength to spare Through roughest, toughest paths to slog. His pedigree? What do I care? I like a dog as is a dog. ENVOY Old pal, you have a knowing air. It's you I mean, who, all agog, Wagging your tail, sit beaming there— I like a dog as is a dog! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EUGENIA TODD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO A DEAD MAN by CARL SANDBURG FACADE: 1. PERE AMELOT by EDITH SITWELL TIME TO BE WISE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE DARK FOREST by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS TRUTH AND SORROW by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY THE CROSS; TO THE MOTHERS OF THE MARTYRED DEAD UPON FIELD OF BATTLE by JOSEPHINE TURCK BAKER |