Swishing her tail, lank and lean
She strung me along on a lead
No dog, I to be treated mean.
Treated like a mongrel breed.
My senses ran above bare ankles.
Purring likes a cat. I longed
To play once more with round baubles.
Have her sit in my lap pronged.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem