Old Yeller Poem by Elena Plotkin

Your hearing is perfect and so is mine.
but, not for much longer, since you yell all the time.
So determined to master the undying art of the scold,
You don't even realize, you're acting crotchety and old.
So quick you are to blow your fuse, gasket, and top.
You don't even care who you hurt enough to stop.
So by all means continue on with your mighty roars.
Continue shattering windows and blowing off doors.
'Old Yeller, ' they'll write on your tombstone and obit,
After you've had your last and final screaming fit.

(C0 2016 Copyright Elena Plotkin