My wife’s friend, Caroline, must love her dogs.
She must, or why would she embrace all three?
Two goldens and an aging dachshund—cogs
That turn her home’s complex machinery.
But harried hist’ry mocks and whirls, disdains
Serenity, allowed her to agree,
Show love once more—that love that never wanes.
Thus, rescued Rosie joined the other three.
Alas, some dogs are plain persnickety.
And Rosie’s snarls reserved the couch for her.
Her mistress purchased fav’rite toys for each,
The rubber Kong that Rosie most preferred.
But “fair” means nothing! Rosie’s alpha paws
Quite soon possessed those rubber Kongs, all four!
Though—unregenerate—her acts appall;
Her greed’s the hist’ry of the world, writ small.
2/16/12