Oh, dear, I’ve seen the look before

as he waits impatiently at the door

demanding in his spoiled pooch way

to come inside and play

if I give in to please

all thoughts of exercise will cease

“No, my friend you stay outside

it’s rare when your requests are denied.”

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I leave the scene to prepare

for a constitutional; if I dare

the phone rings, I hesitate

but answer because I won’t be late

a dear friend a long chat

what could be wrong with that?

except for the proverbial weather pain

that’s right the heavy rain

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Quickly I run to the back door

frenzied yelping is a bore

but instead of woofing, “Thanks, that’s great.”

he to his bowl gravitates

soaking wet but full of glee

he races to sit on my knee

and I the fur child mother give in

the chances of scolding are somewhat slim