Lawrence Hall
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When Dogs Don’t Wanna be Dogs
You send the pups outside to play
This so-soft, sunny summer day
The yard is big and safely fenced
A paradise nicely condensed
And there the dogs have cats to chase
Bugs to eat, and each other to race
Soft rubber toys to squeak and chew
Bowls of water and dog-food stew
And naps to take beneath oak trees
Tummies up in the soft, soft breeze
And yet –
As soon as you have let them out
Then all they seem to do is pout
Unhappy with their vast estate
They glare at you and seem to hate
They hate the cats, they hate their toys
You have denied them all their joys
They bark and scratch at all the doors
They’re kinda cute – like sophomores
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