Poetry Night: Ode to a Dumpling
My first poem for poetry night. Picture courtesy of my oldest son.
ODE TO A DUMPLING (A Pugs Poem)
High above his servants he sits or squats
Wrinkles upon wrinkles give evidence of wisdom beyond years
His morning constitutional, his retinue trails behind him, eagerly awaiting to clear his waste
Fiercely territorial
He suffers no trespass upon his lands
Some might call him cute
It is merely a ruse, meant put his adversaries at ease.
Those who underestimate him, do so at their own peril.
His mercy and favor are granted to those who perform their duties admirably.
At his service are an entire table of food testers.
Only the choicest bits are reserved for his palette.
He much prefers his standard fare.
Hills science diet
On occasion, Meow Mix
And on the finest days, perhaps an hors duerve perfectly aged in the cat box.
11/14/23 -JS
