Teddy- A Comma-Rich Poem
My neighbor's dog's deaf and has diabetes:
Too bad, there's nothing anyone can do.
His aging pet has to p-e every six minutes, the poor sausage,
And being a pooch with heaps of self-respect
That means lots of whining, running around,
Up, down, via elevator, all day long,
Day in, day out, rain or shine, cold or warm.
And life spent jingling at the end of a leash.
Not often, but sometimes, the doors opening,
I get on, the dog squeezes in behind
Sneezing, and towing its owner, who says 'hullo, '
'Hi, ' I say back, and looking down, holler
'And hello to you, Master Teddy, speak now
Or forever hold your peace'- meaning, of course, p-ss.
Far from being shy, the little fellow rouses
And stares at me gratefully from cataractous eyes
As if I were the answer to every prayer
Or a bottle of insulin, left on the doorstep.
He pants, sneezes again, stamps, dances in place,
Whines, wags his tail feebly, sits down again-
He is old, there is nothing anyone can do.
He has always relied on peoples- trusted them,
Who, as trustees, would never abuse his faith.
Dimly he stares. His gray snout hairs bristle.
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