Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BUM, by W. DAYTON WEDGEFARTH First Line: He's a little dog, with a stubby tail Last Line: For the good lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that! Subject(s): Animals; Dogs | ||||||||
HE'S A LITTLE DOG, with a stubby tail, and a mother-eaten coat of tan, And his legs are short, of the wabbly sort; I doubt if they ever ran; And he howls at night, while in broad daylight he sleeps like a bloom-in' log, And he likes the food of the gutter breed; he's a most irregular dog. I call him Bum, and in total sum he's all that his name implies, For he's just a tramp with a highway stamp that culture cannot disguise; And his friends, I've found, in the streets abound, be they urchins or dogs or men; Yet he sticks to me with a fiendish glee. It is truly beyond my ken. I talk to him when I'm lonesome-like, and I'm sure that he understands When he looks at me so attentively and gently licks my hands; Then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say nought thereat, For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SENTIMENTAL DANGERS by ANDREW HUDGINS SHOOTING THE DOG by JUNE JORDAN AFTER AN ILLNESS, WALKING THE DOG by JANE KENYON DANCING WITH THE DOG by SUSAN KENNEDY MOTHER'S HANDS by W. DAYTON WEDGEFARTH |
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