Poem 238 - Switched Lunch

My dog's lunch - a bone

He stares at me, not tasty?

He jumps on my lunch

He eats hungrily, 

And there's no food left for me

 I stare at his brown eyes

Ah! No lunch for me

And, was I supposed to eat

His slimy, licked bone?

That's when I wonder

If my dog thinks, that the bone

Is old fashioned food

~Gaurang Rao

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