Washington
Goes to the Dogs: The Canine Coup
(A silly poem meant just for fun. But definitely, dogs could do better than we're doing.)
It began
with a beagle,
the
blare of a bugle,
and
a blast of iconoclast.
Demagogues
called off the dogs,
but
the terrier-ists bit right back.
A
pup from Peoria,
not
yet a warrior, but
possessed
of needle-sharp teeth,
dug
his nose under Justices’ robes,
and
gnawed at the loafers beneath.
Bloodhounds
bayed in the heat of the raid,
“We'll shorten the legislative leash!
Our
quarreling tyranny, they very cheerily
exchanged for canine peace.”
The human President,
that privileged resident,
was one
for whom dogs don’t exist. So,
a
Golden Retriever advanced to deliver
an
order of cease and desist.
“Your
term is so over,”
barked
Maddog Rover,
“From
Twittering give us peace!”
“Hand
us the keys, the four-year lease,
surrender
your power, and cease!”
“Yes, we
have an agenda,”growled
an Azawakh* from Kenya,
“We
dogs must have our day.”
Swift
a sneeze, they commenced a seize,
and the regime was hounded away.”
Life’s calm under President Hound,
and her handsome husband Grey.
The dogs control old Washington Town.
Fido finally has his say.
-Claire Nail July 13, 2017
*Azawakh
is a West African purebred dog.
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