Michael Gale

Rookie (? / Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.)

Bassets Are Dumb Hounded Bound. - Poem by Michael Gale

There is a lump upon my ear...
Be glad, as I, that it is not, on my rear.

For, my rear, is dear to me...
Though, my rear, is not cheap or free.

My rear is a, valuable asset...
I once had a dog, that was a type of Basset.

The Basset hounds, can be a dumb type of a breed...
Some people raise dogs to sell, because they are driven by greed.

There is a type of mule, that is called an _ss...
It's true, that it is a donkey, that unlocks, stubbornness.

We be all, stubborn of heart...
Until, the day we be judged, and of this world, that we depart, our part.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 31, 2009



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