It stares at me with its sad-dog eyes.
Breathing on me. My frown defies.
What a moving look it has to beg
for a bone or a leg.

Feeding time is drawing nigh,
it'll have its feasting day
I gave it some scraps already
but wants more to bury.

The remainder shall be given later
but not while I'm still able,
until I'm all played out,
I will flick it on the snout.

© Limericist 2008

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Tied down to time

You've committed a crime

By showing some signs

That you're older

Wrinkles & lines

Cutting it fine

Now you've started

Looking over

Your Shoulder

Stuck to your back

Is youth that

You lack

Like a shadow

Of the grim reaper

Eyes wide shut

You're staying put

That's why you're

Such a 

Light sleeper

Time keeps flying

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