by Beth Williams
I never fail to marvel at
The treachery of man;
Nor how this clever diplomat
Achieves his cunning plan.
If he should want the chair you're in -
Without a trace of guile -
He'll ask if you would like a spin
In the countryside awhile?
What joyous words he's just announced!
You race him to the door!
But wait! That man is now ensconced
In the chair you had before!
for the American Dachshund magazine, February, 1971
Vintage wirehair photo source unknown.
Read more Dachshund Poetry