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The poetry of Margaret Rorke

The Poetry of Margaret Rorke

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Candy Hound

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He’s a Husky, if you’re looking
For his fam’ly pedigree,
But I’d give him diff’rent booking
If his breed were up to me.
Every form of sweet confection
Brings him forward with a bound.
He’s a wizard on detection,
For he’s just a candy hound.

There are dogs folks use for hunting
‘Cause they know the smell of prey.
There are dogs so skilled at stunting
That to see them folks will pay.
There are dogs with adoration
Of the men they’ve saved or found;
But there’s none with concentration
Like a drooling candy hound.

With a sweet in my possession,
Though I travel north or south,
I am faced with an expression
That just takes it from my mouth.
‘Bout my diet he seems chiding,
Like a conscience would expound,
’Til I find that I’m dividing
With a smacking candy hound.

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