Letters: Poetic Injustice

Dear ER:

Re: “Loaded dogs,” ER letters, Nov. 4: thanks for the inspiration. Sorry, Edgar.

The Retriever

Once upon a midnight stillness,

Sleeping in such sweet contentment,

Bundled up in dreams

and stardust that I wore.

Then, suddenly there was a bashing

A pounding sound, as if a lashing,

Ripping me from reverie,

That no one could ignore.

Here I was in bleak November

Just one happy thing, remember

Praying for the sleep to savor,

The peacefulness right to the core.

This sound persisted, I resisted,

The rapping, lapping, yapping

Just outside my chamber door

To still the beating of my heart,

I stood repeating

T’is some visitor, entreating

Pounding, pounding, through the night

Was it banging, knocking, scratching,

Might I be in danger, what could it be

I must go forth to yet explore

Alas, the stark discovery!

It is that beast that lives next door

Barking, barking, like before

His owner is that damned Lenore!

Quiet, quiet, then I swore

Quoth the Retriever, ‘Nevermore’

His voice comes weeping like the fog

A sound as dense as city smog

His face in grimace like a hog

The insidious beast is creeping

His barking, seeping, seeping

Through the cracks within my door

All day long I have been waiting

Waiting for the sound I’m hating

I just go on anticipating

I can’t complete the simplest chore

Like a soldier in a war,

The silence you must restore

Quoth the Retriever, ‘Nevermore’

I turn and I can see his face,

His tennis balls all over the place

Get down, get down,

You’ll break my vase!

I run to grab my can of mace

To banish, banish from my space

Your barking I can take no more

Hairy, hideous beast from Hell

In the back yard where you dwell

Speak now if you be fiend or hound

Go now or I will call the pound

Leave no flea or clump of fur

There is none about you I adore

Panting like a burning furnace

Your golden glean yet to be seen

Retreating out my door

Take thou snout from out my heart

Round in circles, there you dart

Hark: Stop your pooping on my floor!

Quoth the Retriever, ‘Nevermore’

Mallory and Georgette Gantner

and Edgar Allen Pooch

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