once
abot fifty yrs ago
i was a flea markt find
two bits was all

they paintd me white
my collr blak
and set me on th stoop
a sentinel

every day the boy
he was 8
came home frm school
and wrot a new spellng word
on my white white fur
with a big fat pncil

recess
barber
willow

soon i was gray wit pncil
stil he wrot

feather
supper
pretend

that june they movd away
but dint take me

lonely
island
forgive