Saturday, June 05, 2004
Ode on A Rawhide Bone
By Cori
O' glorious Bone
What tender morsel pulls from thy unyielding shape
once hard as stone, through much licking made soft
And pliable as a mortal soul
Grown tender through the passage of time
What mad pursuit? What wild ecstasy?
Chew'd rawhides are tasty but those unchew'd
Are better, More endear'd
In Sweet Anticipation
The tongue doth loll
The teeth do gnash
Hide Stripp'd away - yet do not grieve;
It doesn't fade to naught, small clumps remain
Ah, happy, happy log
wrapp'd tightly to preserve the tender core
Now almost gone, I bid this one adieu
For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd,
The bone now gone and I remain For ever panting
A parch'd tongue which desperately seeks the drop
Water oh so cool and perfect-moist
Soothe the thirst and ready one for more
The rawhide is truth, truth the bone - that is all we need to know.
By Cori
O' glorious Bone
What tender morsel pulls from thy unyielding shape
once hard as stone, through much licking made soft
And pliable as a mortal soul
Grown tender through the passage of time
What mad pursuit? What wild ecstasy?
Chew'd rawhides are tasty but those unchew'd
Are better, More endear'd
In Sweet Anticipation
The tongue doth loll
The teeth do gnash
Hide Stripp'd away - yet do not grieve;
It doesn't fade to naught, small clumps remain
Ah, happy, happy log
wrapp'd tightly to preserve the tender core
Now almost gone, I bid this one adieu
For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd,
The bone now gone and I remain For ever panting
A parch'd tongue which desperately seeks the drop
Water oh so cool and perfect-moist
Soothe the thirst and ready one for more
The rawhide is truth, truth the bone - that is all we need to know.
