The local chapter meets each month
in the back room of the kennel club,
labradors and lesser breeds long gone
from the premises. Codgers sit at the bar
waiting for a live one to spend a dime
or for Gabriel to sound his trumpet!
Some few boast and trumpet
past deeds-now they wait each month
for a disability check - not a dime
in savings, not for a night at the club
where Mimi dances on the bar
reminding them of days long gone!
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