Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Call Me

photo credit: Terri Windling

Call Me
©2014 Susan Noyes Anderson

I'm waiting for my master,
but the rascal doesn't care.
I wish he'd get here faster, 
but I haven't got a prayer.

He takes me quite for granted,
though I'm at his beck and call.
So call me disenchanted.
Mine's a dog's life after all.

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16 comments:

  1. Poemal Wonderful! Yes, a good dog, loyal to his master!

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  2. Nimble and quite entertaining...

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  3. Poor thing! But at least he knows his place. Nicely Sue!

    Hank

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  4. Oh you poor little sweet thing, I'll be a good master for you, if you ever leave! :)

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  5. Lovely stuff! Poor doggie's resigned himself to the wuff life!

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  6. ha. a dogs life surely...smiles...nice last line...i hope he gets a good belly rub and is not taken for granted long...

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  7. I was left swinging over who is really the master here !

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  8. Ah, poor little doggy. (My foot.) They know how to get their way only too well. And what is he doing sitting ON the sofa?

    Nice poem, Sue.

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  9. Poor baby! I always feel bad for Eddy when everyone's gone for the day. He gets tons of attention later on and frankly, if I were a dog, I would love to have me and family for my owners!

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  10. Wonderful, as always! Our dog does (or should) not have that complaint as she is quite spoiled and the princess of the house!

    Robin

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  11. Poor pooch. I hope he doesn't have to 'go'.

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  12. My husband will enjoy this one. I loved the picture and well of course your magic with words.
    I am back reading posts and I have so missed yours.
    Love, hugs and blessings for you!

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