Sunday, December 27, 2015


                 Poor itchy Gyppie wears a plastic cone
                 Around her neck to shield her half-flayed flanks,
                 And now it’s acting like a megaphone
                 Through which she’s panting more distress than thanks.

                This clunky apparatus catches on
                The table legs and door jambs she walks past,
                Yet it’s the best protection she can don
                To keep from being constantly harassed

                With “Stop that Gyp!  Quit biting on your butt!”
                Which just exasperates the whole household
                As if she were a wretched, mangy mutt,
                While I become an irritable scold.

                     We hope that soon her medicine will heal
                     Her sores and bring an end to this ordeal.