Skip
The misnamed Grayces own a mutt called Skip,
who chases every bike and car and truck
that makes it down our street. This caper drives
the neighbors nuts. With every yap and yip
we wonder whether he'll run out of luck.
But Skip’s been blessed with several hundred lives,
unlike our tomcat, Chance, whose sad demise
under the milk truck took us by surprise.
Old Skip’s survived his master’s vicious rages,
endured the drunkard’s slamming of “the wife”,
two daughters’ yelps, their flight at tender ages,
but loved the third who bought a hunting knife—
an H.H. Buck—with babysitting wages,
and for some unknown reason took her life.
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