“My Best Friend”, I see they call him,
But he’s keeping me awake.
Cease, O Friend, thy endless barking–
Let me sleep, for heaven’s sake.
I can never work tomorrow
If I cannot sleep tonight;
I would try you on a riddle–
But a barkin’ dog won’t bite.
I would ask you most politely
That you shut up, but I’ve tried;
I would toss you forth a biscuit,
If I had some cyanide.
To blast you full of bullets
Tempts me more than I can tell,
But that’s noisy; and my arrows
In the dark don’t see so well.
I could still resort to reasoning
With your Master: I would, too–
Were I not convinced that he is
Muoh more stubborn yet than you.
Trouble is, your life’s too easy–
If for food you had to fight,
Day would find you tired by evening,
Then you’d MAYBE SLEEP AT NIGHT!
by Ray Romine Monday, June 21, 1943
