The Fence
I walk the fence each day and see
The long haired playful pooch
And as I say hello to her
I always blow a smooch
She runs the fence and hops upon
Her hind legs as we play
Until I reached across the fence
One cold December day
Her teeth so hard and long and sharp
Sank deep into my hand
The playfulness she'd shown me once
I must misunderstand
What happened to my playful girl
So lovely to befriend
The one I reached to pet that day
And seemed to bad offend
I'll never know the reason why
I'll keep upon my way
Why pet the dog that bites my hand
A second time I say
J.W. Boswell
Copyright 2015
The long haired playful pooch
And as I say hello to her
I always blow a smooch
She runs the fence and hops upon
Her hind legs as we play
Until I reached across the fence
One cold December day
Her teeth so hard and long and sharp
Sank deep into my hand
The playfulness she'd shown me once
I must misunderstand
What happened to my playful girl
So lovely to befriend
The one I reached to pet that day
And seemed to bad offend
I'll never know the reason why
I'll keep upon my way
Why pet the dog that bites my hand
A second time I say
J.W. Boswell
Copyright 2015
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