A dainty dog had chanced to note The breakfast of a greedy goat, -- Half-rotten grass, a shocking pile. "Fie!" said the dog; "what wretched style! Good taste demands, you clownish beast, A dish to eat from, at the least. And as for food, that garbage foul Would even make a camel scowl, Would make a very buzzard groan, Would -- " Here the goat laid bare a bone, Which when our dainty dog had spied, "Your pardon, friend!" the critic cried; "I'm quite near-sighted, neighbor mine. I see your meal is fair and fine. Invite me, pray, with you to dine!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOCKED OUT; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST FOR OUR BETTER GRACES by JAMES GALVIN SEPARATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE STARLING; SONNET by AMY LOWELL ON A YOUNG LADY'S SIXTH ANNIVERSARY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ADAM WEIRAUCH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |