Poem by Ralph Witherspoon
"My home is a haven for one who enjoys
The clamour of children and ear-splitting noise
Froma number of dogs who are always about,
And who want to come in and, once in, to go out.
Whenever I settle to read by the fire,
Some dog will develop an urge to retire,
And I'm constantly opening and shutting the door
For a dog to depart or as mentioned before,
For a dog to arrive, who, politely admitted,
Will make a bee-line for the chair I've just quitted.
Our friends may be dumb, but my house is a riot,
Where I can sit still and can never be quiet."
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How does he know my house so well!!!
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