The Dog - Poem by George Hunter
Had a golden retriever
Was always hard to deceive her.
She found out that dog
Spelled backward was god
And now she’s a true believer.
She has a pretty good brain
And wasn’t too hard to train
But when it comes to religion
She sure is a pigeon
And can’t come in outta the rain.
But she has a mind of her own
It’s a little like a stone
She says when I die I’m gonna fly
To that big dog kennel up in the sky.
And maybe they’ll give me a bone.
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