Lawrence Hall, HSG
Weary with Dachshunds
Cf. Shakespeare, Sonnet 27
With an improving book I
go to bed
(as P. G. Wodehouse said)
And two improving
dachshunds on my pillow
(as Wodehouse almost said)
They then begin their
journey at my head
Wriggling down to my feet
and back again
They slurple messily from
my bedside glass
And crumple up my copy of
Hercule Poirot
Neither slows: they lick
my nose, they tickle my toes
And will they finally
doze? Nobody knows!
But
When comes the midnight
moon, then all in a cuddly heap
Their little doggie noses snuffle
at last in sleep
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