The Pleasures Of Kindred Spirits Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

A dog finds always a good reason
to scratch with pleasure, during season.
All other times he sharpens claws
and licks the daylight off his paws.
If there is time between those pleasures
he concentrates on other treasures.
We fellows, too, (if we could bend)
would lick or fondle our small friend.

Lest you did miss the real meaning
let me point out that, after weaning,
worldwide each precious little boy
is fascinated by his toy.
The one that God placed with great care
into the crotch for boys to wear.
We differ from the dog in gait
but for good reason call him mate.