The Dane
He walks regally
Every time he enters a room
Head held high
Nose to the sky
His rough brown hair
Sits tightly cropped
Atop his head and
Down his neck
Bulging eyes spaced
Wide on his face
Glassy and brown
Long for a master
Can someone tame
The wild beast within him?
His woman enters and barks a command
“SIT!”
The Dane dutifully obeys
For he is a Dane
And he is great.
Woof!
Every time he enters a room
Head held high
Nose to the sky
His rough brown hair
Sits tightly cropped
Atop his head and
Down his neck
Bulging eyes spaced
Wide on his face
Glassy and brown
Long for a master
Can someone tame
The wild beast within him?
His woman enters and barks a command
“SIT!”
The Dane dutifully obeys
For he is a Dane
And he is great.
Woof!