(For Emily, my Muse)
Collie on a grapefruit,
Held back his ears,
Stretched up just as high he could,
And wiped away his tears.
Collie on a grapefruit’s
Friend had gone away.
She’d promised, promised, promised,
That she’d be there every day.
But Collie’s friend deceived him,
She was a wicked bitch.
And Collie from his noble height,
Cried out in howling pitch.
“Never lie to friends you claim,
To love, and don’t deceive.
Especially not young puppy dogs,
Whose tender hearts believe.
Every word you tell them,
And every gesture seen,
Must always be from honest thoughts,
To puppies . . . don’t be mean!”
(16.09.23)
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