I've never met a man who hated dogs....
One meets with all sorts as through life he jogs
The mean ones, and the vain ones, and the rash,
The foolish fellows who splash up the cash.
The brisk 'live wires,' the dull, the sodden logs -
But I have ne'er met one who hated dogs.
(I think I'm fortunate in this, somehow,
For, if we ever met, there'd be a row).
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem