Old Poodle

 

Old Poodle’s rather useless,

Like his step-brother also

Old beyond his breed’s

Allowance

 

But none too bright with too

Shrill a bark—fine with him,

Since his hearing’s hard

 

Looking to command him

Is a whimsical try, for he

Has cataracts thus can ignore

Any words he doesn’t want

To see

 

I think Old Poodle likes things

This way—no expectation

Presses, while his interests

(Not surprising, is it?) take

Away all other precedence

 

After all, anything not sensed

Can become preeminent

 

Useless, loud Old Poodle is a

Dear—‘til God wants him, we

Want him here