The Melancholy Tail of Rawl Contryte

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There once was a dog, who lived near a bog, and wondered his life away.
Never he thought, of the good in this life, and often he went far astray.

One day he read, of a new kind of bread, that made one as happy as Ghandi.

He went to the store, and said “give me more!” and then bought a copy of Blondie.

Of course the comics, for this poem are, quite in a way, nugatory.

What really we’re worried, about is the dog, and the way he continues this story.
Bad puns aside, and for comments less snide, we’ll continue this poem forthright.

I’ll tell you right now, forgetting the how, of what happened to Rawl Contryte.

You see, my good friend, I won’t even pretend, to tell of the glory he found.

The wonders, sensations, and great expectations that met with that night, our hound.

For there in the package, he bought at the store, that marvelous bread of lore.
Was a quaint silver wrapper, and nice shiny foil: within, a fantastic score.
He wriggled his nose, and thought of great prose, (much better than is written here.)
What is it he found, in that wrapper so quaint? I’ll tell you, just lend me your ear.
For there in his paws, (and some in his craws), he reveled in strawberry wonder.
For a love he held, and glory he smelled, in that pop tart he had burst asunder.
So you see here my friend, you’ve just heard tell, of a canine that once was quite down.

But a magnificent treat, soon had he to eat, and all happiness therein he found.  

~ Xanthus Kidd

3 thoughts on “The Melancholy Tail of Rawl Contryte

    Bee said:
    7 June , 2011 at 13:11

    I’m quite well versed on the subject of delicious breakfast treats and I’m pretty sure you weren’t lying when you said this was the best poem (about pop tarts) ever.

    nothingprofound said:
    7 June , 2011 at 14:56

    The right treat at the right time will pull even the most lugubrious canine out of the doldrums.

    Bella Konichiwa said:
    8 June , 2011 at 09:15

    That canine surely is me for I love treats and only live for them. Great Poem.

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