I’m a Dog
Some people,
Want to call me,
Their “baby”.
Some kids,
Want to dress me,
Up like a lady.
Some elder folk,
Like to pull me,
Up close.
Others think,
Confounding me,
Is a joke.
Still others,
Like to hide,
My bone.
To those,
I say can’t ya,
Leave me alone?
I’m a dog,
Loathe to bite,
But, keep messin’ with me
…and I’d have every right!
