Clan Rufuz…
All alike,
Fearful in the night,
Long snouts and glowing eyes,
Sparkling white canines affixed in a permanent snarl…
Ancestors may have been werewolves,
Domesticated now, still in his heart, wild,
His bloodlines do o’er the centuries transcend,
Don’t become by that puppy dog smile, beguiled…
Fear he can in those he does wish, invoke,
With teeth around the neck he could you choke,
For now though he is quite civilized and docile,
Don’t trust that look, centuries old desires you could in him provoke…
From the moors of Scotland his clan does hail,
Where wild wolves did their howl prevail,
Fear and loathing does his clans name provoke,
Well they know of mans every little detail,
Man does run like the proverbial snail…
© ed ~ 8/11/05
and i'm glad.
God bless, Ed!
Sandie.
At last I inspired something worth-it...:p..sighhh!!
Love Auntie Tinky
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
(((HUGS))) and love to your daddy too!
Compare you to werewolves and such! Okay to have a clan
I like that for you, but you have evolved to being
a friend , who can get angry just like your dadand become
fearsome just like he can.I'm glad you didn't bite him for
this, you probably have more restraint than he does;-)
Good dog! nonetheless it's a good poem;-)
Eileen
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww...Rufuz doesn't seem that bad. I wouldn't mind being surrounded by a million pups like him...they'd be treated well. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)