mitzi strangelove is a dog in a million

mitzi strangelove is a dog in a million
the arch of her back is a whippet
though she’s covered that over in wool
like a black sheep exotic
her long ringlets flow
très chic
from the salon for dogz to the street

waggy tail
waggy tail

on the foreshortened face reminiscent of terrier
eyes bulb
priceless pug-nacious
a certain prominence was always assured

but alas
the bad winds of age blow over us all
and no flashy collar can hide
the grey muzzle
white whiskers
a sag down below

what was once quite perky
is best left
right where it fell
un-beheld

and the smell
oh dear
atrocious
a long-bone is not what it was
chew
though she chews
like the foxy that she is in her heart
some canines have seen better days

the envelope of odour
is a constant companion she’d lose
in a trice
if only the years
hadn’t taken the springer
out of her stride

mitzi curly-tale strangelove
is a dog in a million


© Frank Prem, 2009

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