October 30, 2002

• Mother doesn’t want a dog.
  
  Mother says they smell,
  
  And never sit when you say sit,
  
  Or even when you yell.
  
  And when you come home late at night
  
  And there is ice and snow,
  
  You have to go back out because
  
  The dumb dog has to go.
  
  Mother doesn’t want a dog.
  
  Mother says they shed,
  
  And always let the strangers in
  
  And bark at friends instead,
  
  And do disgraceful things on rugs,
  
  And track mud on the floor,
  
  And flop upon your bed at night
  
  And snore their doggy snore.
  Mother doesn’t want a dog.
  
  She’s making a mistake.
  
  Because, more than a dog, I think
  
  She will not want this snake.

  ~Judith Viorst

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