Look at the rain, said Shorty,
clean our houses.
O what a rain! said Sam,
my watchhands will not work today,
two arms flailing as if drowning,
several seconds slow for the reach.
And what reach is that? said Shorty.
Ah, the one where you can yell
Yippie! all day.
Yippie for the dogs that we are.
Yippie for the eternal watchdog
and its sidekick rattler.
Hey, that's me, said Shorty.
Ah yes, said Sam,
If it were legal I would kiss you.
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