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Being a wolf fresh out of obedience school, the first thing you want is a decent job ...
And so it came to pass that I at last got off my ass
On one fine day that was the envy of the spring.
I groomed and cleaned my pelt as Ma and Da checked how I smelt,
Then I left home and headed out to do my thing.
A world outside awaits, said I, while pulling shut the gates,
And then walked proudly down the road into the town.
A wolf as fine as me would have no trouble now, you'd see,
In getting work with all the good folks living round.
Fresh out of training school, this lupine was nobody's fool,
For I came second from the top in every task ...
Except for one smart collie, for whom training was a folly,
There was no glory left in which this wolf could bask.
She left at the same time and moved on further down the line -
A managemental role, I gather from her friends.
It came as no great shock to find out later that her flock
Became the most respected sheep in all the land.
But that was her, not me, and later on, just after tea,
I met an author horse with wealth and little time.
I asked him for a job and he agreed to that, by gob,
I was to start on Monday week at half past nine.
He said that he could do "with one as talented like you"
And praised me up and down like someone he was proud of.
"For no-one else can do the task that I have got for you"
he smiled and told me that the wage was fifty bob.
I washed myself on Sunday, brushed my pelt the right and wrong way
And on Monday morning marched into his place.
He looked me down and up and said I looked like a fine pup,
That every word of his I'd take up and embrace.
My role was fairly small and yet it wouldn't do at all
To have another one less suited have to work it.
For if they did it badly, he'd be obliged, albeit sadly,
To fire them right away and search repeated.
My mind was racing round at this great fortune that I found:
A job that beat the collie without thinking.
That night with all my friends we'd party like it never ends!
To celebrate the great role into which I was sinking.
My reverie was broken when my boss held out a token
And he asked me then to lick it 'til it's damp.
The dreams of glory shattered as my spit I duly splattered
Over each and every lousy penny stamp.
oOo
Twenty years I laboured and never once was favoured
With a rise or with a movement to the top.
As last I asked my boss as I became most awfully cross -
He held his hand out and he asked me then to stop.
"It's simple, wolfish friend, I knew you'd ask me in the end:
Let me tell you now and try to cease your anguish.
"For there was no-one else, you see, that had a tongue as long as thee,
And that's why down in the mail room I let you languish."
Category Poetry / Portraits
Species Wolf
Size 119 x 120px
File Size 339 B
The flow is very accent-dependent. If you speak as I do, it works. If you don't (and you are most adept in your speech!) you may not get the cadence. You should have seen the original draft - pure bogger. I had to tone it down for an 'international' audience. :) Glad you enjoyed, R!
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