Old Dobber Poem by C R Clark

Old Dobber wandered in one day
Don’t know, from whence, he came
He wore a ragged collar
But it didn’t bear a name
We all began to feed him
So he gladly stayed around
We watched the paper every day
And read the lost and found
It was strange no one was looking
For a dog that could shake hands
A dog, that if you asked him too
Would roll over and play dead
But, it seemed he chose to stay here
It is here he’s made his bed
I guess he’s found a home with us
So we’ll try to keep him fed

Copyright: CR. Clark 4/5/07