Don Tidwell,Mean Dog</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=45.htm>Don Tidwell</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Mean Dog</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>Beware of Dog.<br>Beware of Dog, the placard said,<br>Attached there to the fence.<br>To see the dog was proof to me,<br>The placard made no sense.<br>He must have stood eight inches tall<br>From padded paw to shoulder,<br>And from the way he moved about,<br>Methesuleh was no older.<br>His hair was soft and kinky brown;<br>His eyes deep set-- imploring--<br>His stubby tail wagged back and forth,<br>As though the sign deploring.<br>He'd lick the hand of those who'd stop<br>To scratch a silky ear<br>As if to say Heed not the sign--<br>There's nothing here to fear.<br>I tell you, folks, there's one thing sure,<br>If that old dog were mine,<br>I'd feed him Agrade Alpo,<br>And I'd burn that silly sign.</b></font></p><hr color=0000ca size=3></blockquote></blockquote><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk5.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk5.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>