Doghouses

Poem By Herbert Nehrlich

My dog lives in my house with me,
the doghouse stays outside.
He thus avoids the misery
that weather changes might
inflict upon his gentle soul
my dog is very bright.

So while his house
just sits there waiting
the thought occurs to some
that I should be, they are debating,
be in there, chewing gum.

Already banned by own volition
into a doghouse far,
I realise the new decision
has further raised the bar.

While living in both houses is
not what I had in mind
when from my thoughts of wilderness
I had to sift and find.

So, Tibet here I come for sure,
I hear the houses there
are not much harder to endure
than doghouses are here.

Comments about Doghouses

I wear mine as a fashion accessory: -) woof!


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