If I were a dog I would
Overhaul the language.
For too long man has enjoyed
An unfair advantage.
When a dog munches on a
Bone that is so tasty;
It would be called a hot-man,
No hot-dog it would be.
When a dog is hopeless and
Turns nasty as he can;
He won’t be son of a bitch,
But, son of a woman.
If a dog has bad luck when
He’s out on a foray;
No dog’s day it would be called,
It would be a man’s day.
When life is rather too hard
And full of too much strife,
It would be called a “Wretched
Man’s”, no “wretched dog’s” life.
And finally when life ends
In a manner ugly,
Why label it a dog’s death?
A man’s death it would be.
* Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format
* Initially written as entry no. 450453 in the book SCIENCE, MEDICAL, LAW, HUMOR, CHILDREN, "SCIENCE, MEDICAL, LAW, HUMOR, CHILDREN" . Posted as an independent item on 10 January 2008.
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