There was a dog with an old seer
In a story you folks are about to hear
Expect no tricks, no magic
because the end’s a bit tragic
for isn’t life half a chuckle and a tear?
As a gift for his faithfulness
The seer granted him greatness
A Sarabha, a leopard, an elephant and a tiger
But the dog in his greed wanted something higher
Here’s where it all became a mess.
The dog mastered rhetoric so he got his way
I mean, Doesn’t every dog have his day?
Ever powerful, overcome with greed
A hunger the seer could no longer feed
So he turned him back into a stray.
(Not many people write limericks anymore, no?)
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