Here’s my SORRY poem for November.
Lost and Found
By David L. Harrison
Skinny woebegone hound,
Cowering inside a pound,
You were better lost than found.
You’re a sorry mutt you know.
Begging with those soulful eyes,
Wagging tail, pleading cries,
You must think you’re some prize.
I’d be nuts to get you though.
Velvet nose against my hand,
You must think I think you’re grand.
I swear I’ll never understand
How you made me love you so.