In a message dated 11/06/2003 11:27:45 AM Central Standard Time,
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<< >Poodles’ bling bling
>
>In the Mansion of the Dog Star the poodles blink,
>Blink in their bling, bling.
>Their bloodline as thin as the blank stare of any
>Ivy leaguer in lettered sweater. Carrying papers,
>of lineage, and privilege, Skipper, Rex,
>Madge and Winkie hold court.
>
>With egress to the avenue, these royal heirs of
>Pamperdom walk their walkers.
>Piddle in poopers carried through palaces and presidential suites.
>This breeds’ haunches are higher
>Their intelligence, scientifically proven.
>
>In the evening, they look up from their carriers in
>upscale restaurants at anorexic models sniffing saccharine
>drinks blowing kisses at their coddled toy, miniature, minions,
>sitting in Hermes carriers, wearing Gucci sweaters
>
>They are registered for silverware and place sets,
>They are given maids whose backgrounds have
>Foreign names to feed them biscuits from flaky fingertips.
>To preheat the cream. Some say they resemble their masters.
>In a manner of speaking, but whose talking? Noone is talking.
>They aren’t talking.
>
>Annabelle Baptista
>>
This is light-hearted and clever. It should be illustrated and made into a
child's picture book. Very very cute.
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