FOREVER CONFINED

Skip was a bow bow

He wandered at will

A fence never stopped him

He roamed until

One day the dog catcher

Happened his way

“It’s into the pound

And there you will stay.”

His owner got notice from Council

And frowned a deep frown

“Redeem Skip for moola

Or he’ll be put down”

No money they had

Though they looked near and far

They had but one option

To pawn their car.

The money they got

Freed Skip from the pound

“But we now have no car

You miserable hound

You’re confined to the yard

The holes we will fix

If you try getting out

We’ll hit you with sticks.”

Locked in the yard

Skip pined and got thin

You could count his ribs

Right under his skin

He whimpered and whined

Each passing day

His zest fast fading

He’s wasting away

There is no redemption

His freedom has gone

No walks for this bow wow

So often alone

The yard is his prison

The fence doesn’t fail

Is where he resides

His home or his jail