SAD SALLY
Sally was a sad dog you could tell by her eyes
And the listless way she sat and her many sighs.
She had a cozy kennel and plenty to drink and eat,
But it seemed that no affection the dog did ever meet.
The mail man used to rub her ears, call her name,
How that tail did wag, he thought it a shame
That she was so lonely, that no one seemed to care,
Family came home, did not speak, just left food there.
They loosed her in the garden so she could run about,
After awhile “Kennel” a cutting voice would shout.
A pat on the head or kind word would much joy bring
To poor sad Sally who was such a sad and lonely thing.
Tom needed to do good deeds for a badge for scouts,
‘Take poor sad Sally a walk each day’, she did shout,
‘She would love the walk and rub her ears, do it every day
You will get your merit badge and Sally happier that way.
It was cleared by all concerned and how Sally did change,
Those deep sad eyes gleam bright and it seemed so strange
That her dull coat shone like shining gold, sleek she became,
Almost a happy dog, but the love she wanted never ever came.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 26 January 2005