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...THE DARK-EYED GENTLEMAN by THOMAS HARDY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 96 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE WELCOME TO ALEXANDRA by ALFRED TENNYSON OF AN ORCHARD by KATHARINE TYNAN CRUCIFIXION TO THE WORLD BY THE CROSS OF CHRIST by ISAAC WATTS THE CARPENTER by AMY BRUNER ALMY THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. RUSTIC INTERIOR by JOHN ARMSTRONG |