Tom told his dog called Tim to beg,
And up at once he sat,
His two clear amber eyes fixed fast,
His haunches on his mat.Tom poised a lump of sugar on
His nose; then, 'Trust! ' says he;
Stiff as a guardsman sat his Tim;
Never a hair stirred he.
'Paid for! ' says Tom; and in a trice
Up jerked that moist black nose;
A snap of teeth, a crunch, a munch,
And down the sugar goes!
Tom's Little Dog
Walter De La Mare
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Poem topics: dog, hair, never, trust, fast, clear, black, amber, sugar, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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