AFTER XMAS VACATION - ALL FEEL
AFTER-XMASSY AND ROTTEN, ---
MISSUS AND I HEADACHES; THE FOOL
PARROT GIRLS COLDS, AND THE
PUPILS PARTY-BEDRAGGLED AND
PEEVISH
DONT THINK MUCH OF XMAS:
DONT THINK MUCH OF ANYBODY:
DONT THINK ANY OF US WILL LIVE
LONG ANYWAY: WHATS THE GOOD
OF ANYTHING: MEN ARE BRUTES,
LEASTWAYS C.P.R. MEN: PUTTING
DOGS DOWN ON COLD RHUMATIC
WIND-SWEPT LOWER DECKS, WHEN
THEY TRAVEL WITH THEIR MISSUSES
HOLIDAYING - BIT THE POST MAN
AND FEEL A LOT BETTER NOW.
by Emily Carr, Canadian poet and artist (1871 - 1945)
from the point of view of her Old English Bob-tail Sheep Dog, Billie
Picture borrowed from a UK Kennel site
Poem copied from the book, Emily Carr and Her Dogs: Flirt, Punk, and Loo
I loved the last line :)
Are you a dog lover?
What's your breed?
LOL! I loved that! It had me totally confused until the last line and a half.
ReplyDelete:-)
I've always liked dogs but haven't had one since I was a little girl. We had one that was half beagle/half walker, so he was middle sized, smart, and wonderful.
Later we had an Irish Setter -- beautiful dog.
If we ever get one I want a farm collie.