A Puppy for the White House
by J. Patrick Lewis
“Please pick me!” whimpered a beagle puppy.
“Not that froufrou teacup poodle yuppy.
I'm the dog who’s every kid’s idea
Of lap-land love. Ask Sasha and Malia.
I know just what you're thinking, Mrs. Obama.
Forget it, Lhasa apsos are such drama
Queens, Chihuahuas can be Shihtzuphrenic.
Who knows? I might be hypoallergenic!
Melancollies? Basset hounds? Depressing.
Pick me for snappy West Wing window dressing,
Licking hands of heads of state and royalty—
I'll bark the K-9 kibble oath of loyalty,
Your second mascot! Like the American eagle.
No Boston Secreterrier.
Get a beagle!"
Poets Rebecca Kai Dotlich and J. Patrick Lewis challenged each other to write a poem (without sharing with each other) from a puppy's point of view for the new position in the White House in honor of the Obama girls and the new puppy they will be choosing. Here's Pat's. Rebecca's is coming up next... next Poetry Friday, Jan. 23.
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