‘Look me up, ’ she lied.
I took her at her word.
She lived in the Royal Kennels.
If there were other animals,
I couldn’t see:
Just columns and windows,
Brooding like butlers.
How easy access is
If you pad in unannounced;
Everyone’s barking,
Of course.
A slum dog
Down Millionaire Row
Soon learns the part.
Now, if the plates aren’t gold,
I send the food back.
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