Wednesday 26 June 2013

Poem by a confirmed misocynist

All animals I love – except a dog!
Its piercing barking cuts me to the quick.
Spinelessly faithful, wily, gutless, thick.
Its fearful stench just makes me gag.
It pees on all it sees,
the bag of fleas,
the pleb with scrawny mane,
slack decadent with Borzoi for a name.
And I am vexed that even so it’s true
such a piss-awful beast is Brahman too.

Dèr Mouw hated the barking of dogs, according to his daughter. He was also over-sensitive to sound.

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