Poodle

Once Upon A Poodle

Mr. French poodle sips a Beaujolais

Snubs a nose at the bourgeoisie

So middle class with a café ole in glass, in hand

A puffy bulbous tail wags in approval

Groomed to perfection at the salon

It purrs at the proletariat’s amusement

Smiling at the working class

An upper class agenda will not prevail

Is this a p***y cat transgender offender at last?

Is this man’s best friend about to mate

Or make a puddle by trade or mistake?

Oh what a tangled web we weave

When once we practice to deceive

If God is alive in all His devices

All men would be turned to mice at the suggestion

How nice!