Reporters Who Risk Life And Limb...

To Save Strays Deserve Lagniappe

Ruff lee, e'er since

aye waz za lil whippersnapper

watt wit dis awful temper, yet

obedient to a pooch loving Aleut

til present moment, Asian ole mangy coot

this hot day (woof faux pas

dipping into animal shelter

donated water bowl)

filled to the brim with smoothie fruit


flavored slaking, moistening, cooling,

sans lallygagging tongue

doth wipe phlegmy ooze away,

where nearby a kazoo

playing labradoodle

accompanies mum

muttering prettifying self,

via quasi preening snout

when squeezed

automatically issues

honky tonk sound imitating hoot,

where passerine twittering

fly night passersby

toss bone fied token loot

and a Norwegian

bachelor farmer named Knute

Rockne took immediate

liking to yours truly,

who when scratched

itchy fur patches remained mute

imparting unconditional love

to petting man's best friend

hoof right then and there

Isaiah felt as top underdog

momentarily distracted

Fermi n Rico as petsmart necessary fix

reduced to that as newshound junkie

oft times in desperation

shine shoes ala boot lix

usually rewarded with bona fide prolix

about such a docile mix

breed to old for chase sticks

to learn super champing cheap tricks.