I am a dog. With a rip and a roar I swore, When my mistress—she Put a chain on me. 'Twas coming on night. I had a right To the usual walk. And talk About rage — I was insane. At the end of my chain I pushed open the door, And there on the floor Lay a rug. I swore. Every piece I tore And chewed from that thing (G-r-r- — Bing!) Was a red hot oath; A "Hell"! and a "Damn"! both. And when I got through I assure you The rug wasn't there. I'm glad that the hair On my back grows thick. My mistress was quick With a near by quirt. But it didn't hurt. 'Twas just the price, And it cut no ice, Of putting through What I dared to do When things weren't right. I am a dog. Good night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MUSICAL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE DOUBLE STANDARD by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS LYRICS AND EPICS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 47. AL-HAKIM by EDWIN ARNOLD THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: ECLOGUE by WILLIAM BASSE ONLY ONE LIFE by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR TO A YOUNG FRIEND LEARNING TO PLAY THE FLUTE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |