KILLER
Killer’s what we call our hound,
But he betrays his name …
While serving as a guard dog
He greets them all, the same.
All comers to our big front door
Are greeted with a kiss,
Then he bellies-up for a rub
With a grand look of bliss.
He’s as gentle as a kitten
And wouldn’t harm a fly.
If I command, “Go get ‘em, dog!”,
He collapses with a sigh.
And if he feels I’m threatened,
He’ll take a great big breath,
And knock them down with his big paws,
Then slobber them to death.
6/2/94 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck
2′nd … Indiana NPD (1995)
7′th … N F S P S (2002)
