Old Poodle


Old Poodle’s rather useless,

Like his step-brother also

Old beyond his breed’s



But none too bright with too

Shrill a bark—fine with him,

Since his hearing’s hard


Looking to command him

Is a whimsical try, for he

Has cataracts thus can ignore

Any words he doesn’t want

To see


I think Old Poodle likes things

This way—no expectation

Presses, while his interests

(Not surprising, is it?) take

Away all other precedence


After all, anything not sensed

Can become preeminent


Useless, loud Old Poodle is a

Dear—‘til God wants him, we

Want him here