Oh, I think that, perhaps,
I read once,
somewhere,
under the rainbow,
that a dog will bark at many things –
bad poetry being one of them –
and it ‘has’ been found
that a hound
will utter a higher-pitched sound
when the fear they feel is real.
A deep growl and short bark combination
is likely to be less worry
and more fascination
with the interesting odour
that has recently crossed their neural radar,
‘Hark, hark, the dogs do bark,
beggars are coming to town…’
or some such nursery rhyme;
but, we mustn’t put the beggars down,
when they are out of luck
and no one gives a darn.
Oh, dogs, why do you bark
when all is quiet,
when I’m on a diet,
when there is a Thursday in the week?
Oh, why bark at the meek,
who seek solitude, safety,
and another word beginning with ‘s’.
Yes, I know that another dog has just barked
some forty miles away,
but that doesn’t mean to say
that you should reply.
Why?
Oh, why?
YOY!?