douglas scotney (boomer / Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide)
Are what old folks' homes will become
when the baby boomers are dead.
Already people so love their dogs,
they convert their homes to kennels
and live in them with their dogs;
and when they go away
trust home and dogs to sitters.
But overexposure in future,
will have brought allergy to sitters,
the pet hotel will come into its own
and the old folks' home, happily,
won't need to be taken down.
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