There is a dog who
Will not stop barking
I know this because he lives
In a Billy Collins poem and
Whenever I check he is
There and still barking.
I've been meaning to
Borrow this dog and
Put him in a poem of mine
Perhaps as a foil to
The giant nude statue of
Napoleon whose agent has
Been pestering me to
Use his client though no one
Reads the two poems
I wrote about him years ago.
Collins will be fine; his poem
Will still have Beethoven,
An orchestra, a conductor
And the owner of the dog
Who will not stop barking.
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