A dog finds always a good reason <br />to scratch with pleasure, during season. <br />All other times he sharpens claws <br />and licks the daylight off his paws. <br />If there is time between those pleasures <br />he concentrates on other treasures. <br />We fellows, too, (if we could bend) <br />would lick or fondle our small friend. <br /> <br />Lest you did miss the real meaning <br />let me point out that, after weaning, <br />worldwide each precious little boy <br />is fascinated by his toy. <br />The one that God placed with great care <br />into the crotch for boys to wear. <br />We differ from the dog in gait <br />but for good reason call him mate.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-pleasures-of-kindred-spirits/
