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by Norman
Rated: E · Poetry · Animal · #2221175
He looks at me with hungry eyes
The lady with the angry dog
Came walking down the street
Let me tell you that’s a mutt
You do not want to meet

He sports a big and ugly face
He has a pushed in nose
That’s sure to make it hard to breathe
As everybody knows

Perhaps that’s why he is so mean
And always snarls at me
Or maybe it’s his piggy eyes
That make it hard to see

He has a patchy coat of hair
Some brown and partly white
In all he is a mess to see
He’s not a pleasant sight

I see him almost every day
You’d think he’d know me now
But he still growls and spits at me
Like I’m a threat somehow

I try to stay away from him
Don’t look him in the eye
I even cross the street to pass
Don’t want to get close by

The lady tries to calm her dog
She offers him a treat
He looks at me with hungry eyes
Like I’m his favorite meat

I wonder why he is so mean
Or is it only me?
I never bothered him at all
What could his problem be?

Maybe he’s just old and sore
And he can’t help his mood
Or if he doesn’t eat enough
He just sees me as food

Or maybe he’s not mean at all
He’s just misunderstood
Maybe if I pet him nice
He’ll show he can be good

Yeah, next time that I see that dog
I’ll walk right up to him
You may not hear from me again
If he bites off a limb

Who’s a good boy?
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