Thursday, 2 February 2012

Poetry - Doggy World

I know a magical land

Where dogs are treated

Better than people

In this magical land

Dogs have their own bedrooms

And guests sleep in the raw basement

In this magical land

Dogs eat from the table

People have their salad rationed

In this magical land

Dogs run through the forest right into the lake

People sit in the raw basement listening to Moose Radio

In this magical land

Dogs are hugged and called pet names

And people hear the word “supper” shouted

from the carpet into the raw basement

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