To Save Strays Deserve Lagniappe
Ruff lee, e'er since
aye waz za
lil whippersnapper
watt wit dis
awful temper, yet
obedient to a
pooch loving Aleut
til present moment,
Asian ole mangy coot
this hot day
(woof faux pas
dipping into
animal shelter
donated water bowl)
filled to the brim
with smoothie fruit
flavored slaking,
moistening, cooling,
sans lallygagging tongue
doth wipe
phlegmy ooze away,
where nearby a kazoo
playing labradoodle
accompanies mum
muttering prettifying self,
via quasi
preening snout
when squeezed
automatically issues
honky tonk
sound imitating hoot,
where
passerine twittering
fly night passersby
toss bone
fied token loot
and a Norwegian
bachelor farmer
named Knute
Rockne took immediate
liking to yours truly,
who when scratched
itchy fur patches
remained mute
imparting
unconditional love
to petting man's
best friend
hoof right then
and there
Isaiah felt as
top underdog
momentarily distracted
Fermi n Rico
as petsmart necessary fix
reduced to that
as newshound junkie
oft times in desperation
shine shoes
ala boot lix
usually rewarded
with bona fide prolix
about such
a docile mix
breed to old
for chase sticks
to learn super
champing cheap tricks.