We are an unhappy little litter of six.
That number leaves us in a terrible fix.
Not one of these guys will take the lead.
"Stop your arguing " I tend to plead.
Mother should have had seven.
I have friends who are one of eleven.
Really it is awful to hear them bicker,
It's enough to make a guy take up malt liquor.
I would love to have someone come into our family.
The noise of these guys sounds like a banshee.
How I would love some peace and quiet,
This bunch will put me on an ulcer diet.
Please if you happen to see a lonely pup,
Bring him here before I crack up.
If that doesn't do the trick, I am sure
We will always have room for one more.
© Carol G Oliver
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