Only a Dog could go to a party
And not ever being a smarty,
And not speak to no one person there
Only at the food it does constantly stare.
Maybe with an occasional bark
When it heard a command or a remark,
Maybe then steals food and runs and does leap
And then it goes and falls asleep.
Then it awakes itching and scratching
Then someone's shoes or socks it is snatching,
It has no adventure and not one quest
But, it still is the most Popular Guest.
Randy L. McClave
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