He's Not My Dog Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

He's not my dog, he belongs to another
He was my dog, but that was long ago
He no longer is mine…I am sure of that
Gave him away to someone I don't know

Six months ago I gave him away…now he's
back sitting on my step…I asked what gives
He waits and waits…then visits the neighbors
They return him… thinking this is where he lives

I wish his owner would decide to pick him up
I guess if they don't I'll just have feed him
Maybe get him a new collar just because
otherwise his future will certainly be grim

He likes it here…he seems comfortable
His name is Ringo like the Beatle drummer
He's a good dog…don't want him in the pound
He can stay…maybe 'til the end of summer

Can't call a phone number to say he is lost
He can't stay forever…he must be reclaimed
Say Ringo…do you know your way home
I don't remember your new owner's name...

9/13/2010