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Jennie the Poodle
by Velma M. Carlson
She loved her master, without a doubt.
And went to him always when
She wanted out.
She never barked but sat close to him,
And scratched on the door when
She wanted in.
She sits by his chair and keeps a
Close watch.
And does all the tricks of which
She was taught
She rolls and dances and says her
Prayers
But keeps looking for him as though
He were there.
She waits by the door with her nose on the floor
Always hoping he will open the door.
She will always wait as long as she lives
Because she is loyal with the love she gives
She has her white hair, curly and tight
And sits real still to be brushed at nite
She is very quiet and her brown eyes look sad
Because she has lost the best friend she had
He loved her a lot
– and I’m sure she knows
And use to follow wherever he’d go.
She sniffs at this cane, which hangs on the stairs,
As though she wonders could he be up there?
So I’ll be your Mistress as long as you live
And love you like he did – your
Faults I’ll forgive
Your barking is something, but I don’t mind
At all
As you mind very well, and come when I call
Keep loving your Master and please don’t
Be sad.
I know you still love him, “The best
Friend you had.”
A simile is as easy as pie, but a
metaphor is a piece of cake!
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