Won't Get Fenced Again - A Poem

We are running through the streets,
With a blur that is our feets,
And the fences that once held us are long gone.

And the ones who shout out "Stop!"
They can chase us 'til they drop.
They can't keep up as we go hither and yon.

We took a run at the gate on the left side.
Biped fools had left it gaping so wide.
Smile and grin as we run all around.
Open up my throat and howl.
Straight up from my bowel.
Then we sneak in the brush and prowl:
We won't be fenced again.

I ducked under a boat,
I paused and had to gloat,
As bipeds ran right past me, calling out.

Then I slipped behind a house,
As quiet as a blouse,
To join my pack, and to allay their doubts.

We’re free at last as we run ‘round the neighbors’,
No more baths, our nails will grow like sabers.
Howl and bark as we run o’er the ground.
Chasin’ squirrels up an oak.
Barking ‘till all have woke.
Then take a rest ‘fore we croak:
We won’t be fenced again.

I miss my family, but I’ll be alright,
Unless I have to sleep out at night.
Then I’ll get so nervous I’ll run till I drop.
Unless I get nabbed by the doggie cop.

Howwwwl ….

Our freedom, it has come!
We're born to bark and run!
We are free to live and run like dingo rogues.

But the world it seems so strange,
How did the smells all change?
The bipeds here all speak with Irish brogues?!

Now I'm backstage at a big U2 concert.
The roadies look like fish-eyed old perverts.
Whine and cower as they reach down for me.
They take a look at my tags
As they all light their fags,
As they tell me news I wag:
I’ll be in my fence again!
In my fence again!
Aw yeah!

AWrooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!

Here’s my bipeds!
Now I will get fed!