“Of the utmost importance,”
The Sir in the custom-made suit
spoke in a sententious rhetoric
He reminded me of a bloated rooster
shortly before bursting out
“The common people should be
grateful for all the charitable work
our Rotary Club does, to mitigate
their indigent existence.”
His self-eulogy was larded with
disparaging remarks towards
the less fortunate fellow creatures.
As I watched his good-natured
Samoyed dog a relieved thought
Thank God, his dog doesn’t shit Roses.
Daginne Aignend is a pseudonym for the Dutch poetess Inge Wesdijk. She started to write English poetry four years ago. She likes hard rock music, photography and fantasy books, is a vegetarian, and spends a lot of time with her animals.