How I got Goldie

Years ago in the humid south,
Where local news spreads word of mouth,
I'd see my neighbor most every morn,
Then I'd peel out and blow the horn.

My neighbor didn't seem to mind,
He'd always smile, wave so kind,
I went happily on my way,
Ready to earn my weekly pay.

One day I thought I heard a yelp,
As if a hound received a skelp.
It could've been a squawking bird,
I wasn't sure just what I'd heard.

Then someone yelled, "You bonehead dog!"
Fast to the back yard, I did jog,
Only to hear a screen door slam,
My neighbor's grace must be a sham.

Next day I heard a puppy whine,
And furious curses, so unkind,
On camcorder, proof I sought,
But evidence I hadn't caught.

Then, finally, just before dark,
I heard my next-door neighbor bark,
Something like, "I wish you'd just die!"
They slammed the door, I wondered why.

Under their car, she begged for help,
A gold-colored Cocker Spaniel whelp,
Lamenting such heartbroken cries,
My gaze was met by the saddest eyes.

At the border, on one knee,
I did my most trustworthy plea,
I couldn't help but shed a tear,
As that pup belly crawled so near,

I pulled her close, she rolled in my arms,
Bent on showing her many charms,
Taken in, each other we crave,
We both now shun the neighbor's wave.

If animals make you so mean,
That you're inclined to be obscene,
Then this I most solemnly swear,
A tyrant's end shall be despair.

FOLDER

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I can't read this one without crying.