Doggerel: Part the Sixth

Gentle Readers,

It has become increasingly evident during my lifelong tenure as a New York City Dog that the denizens thereof are not especially frequently exposed to canines of my majestic and generous proportions. This has, on occasion, caused me sadness. Thus I offer the next installment in my Heaves of Grass series of poetical musings.

Rumination of an Uncommonly Large Hound in a City Not Entirely Used To Seeing the Likes of Him

When you are a very large hound
A very large hound like me
You'll find very quickly as you stroll around
That certain people are quite prone to flee

What they're fearing, I can scarcely guess
I do not mean to cause them any harm,
Or undue fright, or extreme duress
Or any level of excess alarm

Perhaps it is that they've mistaken moi
For a monster or a terrifying bear
To that sort of nonsense, I must say pshaw!
And feign as if I do not really care

But deep, deep down it truly troubles me to think
That I could possibly arouse such nasty fret
Because it's not as if at will, I can suddenly shrink
Though I suppose I could consult my vet

I really would like for all and sundry to learn
That it is not about the size of beast
I hope and I yearn, that they'll no longer spurn
As upon them I do not wish to feast

For I am a kindly dog, albeit rather sizeable
And I understand that's not especially normal
So if you come upon me I'd say that it's advisable
For us to have an introduction formal

Yours, poetically and largely,

Mordred T. Dog