This poem tells a simple story <br />Of a man and his dog <br /> <br />A young vagrant in rags and his dog. <br />One was happy one was bored <br />One was hungry one was sad <br />One was unsatisfied to be clad <br />In cloth so coarse and sore to the eyes <br />One was content enough for someone nice <br />To pat him and stroke him time to time <br />Even if he had to eat and drink grime <br />Though a small piece of meat would be great <br />And a scratching post to relieve the itch in his head <br /> <br />One rainy day the vagrant grew tired of begging <br />And decided to sell his companion <br />With the money he’d be able to buy something <br />Even if its food miserable like onion <br />And he sold his faithful dog to a merchant <br />And received a piece of gold <br />He thought: It’s more than worth for a dog so old <br />As he thanked the smiling merchant <br /> <br />While the vagrant enjoyed a short-lived luxury <br />And resumed his former state <br />His faithful dog lived in lavishness <br />But it never got its master off its head <br />One day it took a big piece of meat <br />And ran to look for its master <br />It found him shivering and dirty as can be <br />And gave him the meat to satisfy his hunger <br /> <br />The vagrant was sorry and hugged his dog <br />And cried and regretted his actions <br />But the gold was paid <br />He could not but said <br />“Go! And return to that mansion! ” <br />Beating the dog as painlessly as can be <br />And forcing it to return <br />The merchant then came <br />And said “Be ashamed, <br />For this dog loves its master.”<br /><br />Morphing Professor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-dog-loves-its-master/
