A Poem by Pinot

 

 

     I'm told that my conduct is draining
     Despite the vast sums gone to training.
     But to heel or to sit?
     For a dog of my wit?
     To me--poetry's more entertaining.
 

     So I spend my days dreaming up verses,
     In spite of occasional curses
     From my owner, who claims,
     That I'm hardly house-trained
     Causing headaches she so often nurses.
 

     I say it's simply not fair
     To measure, contrast or compare
     Myself to the kitty,
     Who though properly pretty,
     Hasn't a tenth of my flair.
 

     In the end I'm sure you'll agree,
     That a dog of such genius as me,
     Must nurture defiance,
     Not boring compliance,
     To sustain creativity.
 

Jen




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