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Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Abandoned Dog


They dumped it on the lonely road,
Then like a streak they sped;
And as along the way I strode
I thought that it was dead:
And then I saw that yelping pup
Rise, race to catch them up.

You know how silly wee dogs are.
It thought they were in fun.
Trying to overtake their car
I saw it run and run:
But as they faster, faster went,
It stumbled, sore and spent.

I found it prone upon the way;
Of life was little token.
As limply in the dust it lay
I thought its heart was broken:
Then one dim eye it opened and
It sought to like my hand.

Of course I took it gently up
And brought it to my wife
Who loves all dogs, and now that pup
Shares in our happy life:
Yet how I curse the bastards who
Its good luck never knew!

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Rookie Trevor Irwin (8/3/2009 3:36:00 AM)

    This is a fun poem in many ways, its rythmn wicked and melodramatic the tone flexible and amusing, sad but never maudlin. beautiful poem and lucky, lucky dog. Is the poet another abandoned dog? (Report) Reply

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