THREE

A coal black dog and a platinum blonde
I saw frolicking in the grass.
He was missing a limb
But she wouldn’t let him pass.

Seems they’d only met
A few moments before
Yet their friendship was set
Who’d ask for more?

When we meet a dog
We ask for a paw.
His was missing above his knee
Hit by a car that he didn’t see.

Hundreds before had merely walked by
But he couldn’t seem to catch their eye.
No pity would they deign to show
Little enough love was he to know.

Now he runs half as fast
As ever he’d tried.
But even though he stumbled past
He didn’t know enough his stub to hide.

Seems his wound would never mend
‘Cause If he tried to be a friend
They would shoo him away.
Wasn’t the paw price enough to pay?

When we pass a beauty
We try to catch their eye,
Hoping they won’t let us
Merely go hobbling by.

Yet, after walking past those deformed,
We oogle those just right
Never thinking that their problems
Are merely hidden from sight.

She intimidated all she saw
Except this beast without a paw.
Her figure was hot and tight,
All her clothing fit just right.

They rolled in the grass
And he licked her cheek
They’d each found a friend at last
‘Cause she didn’t merely go walking past.

She made that dog glow,
But little did he know,
That by her life she’d been used
Every bit as much as he’d been abused.

One so pretty, the other deformed
Yet both hearts warmed
By not seeking some protective guise
And averting their gaze from a stranger’s eyes.
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