Frank Ian Bowen
Well, Who Am I? - Poem by Frank Ian Bowen
I stay outside in sun and rain,
my thick black coat is on again
it’s sometimes heavy but has no weight -
look, get up will you, I cannot wait,
I tremble now with hope you see
that today p’raps, you’ll let me be
a brother, sister, Mom or Dad;
my, my that would make me feel so glad.
I’d strut around; at table sit,
no elbows leant, I’d never spit,
I’d learn to stop my licking plates,
I know this riles you, tho’ we’re mates.
I’d try to stop the noise I make,
and learn to cause no yellow lake.
Look, all I really have for you
is love and care, completely true
and in return please take me in
because I’m loyal through thick and thin.
You trust me always, as I trust you
to keep me warm, and fed, as due.
You see, despite these words creating fog,
You ought to know, I am your dog!
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