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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=483563" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ballad Of Betsy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=483563" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Betsy now pulls the cart towards sweet home that day<br>Her size makes pulling baby carts as mere child's play<br>She's huge, a Labrador, obtained from Russian friend<br>Trained by cop, we'll call Tim - that isn't his real name</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=483563" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Tim can slug between the eyes crooks across the street<br>His temper's short, but long the distance he'd shoot straight<br>His baby, Betsy pulls in cart as they would stroll<br>Today could be the day, she waits maternal call</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=483563" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So many pats, did Tim bestow on Betsy's head<br>As due reward for deeds of bravery she'd made<br>To Betsy it's worth all to life and what it brought<br>And with her newborn pups, she's bound for added worth</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=483563" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">One fateful day, as Tim was out, the stork came in, <br>And for Betsy it looks like Fate did show her grin, <br>But as her seventh pup was out, a wolf came by<br>It bit the baby that so loud it now did cry</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=483563" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Still in maternity, she sprang to guard duty<br>To give battle, protect her tuft, succeed ably<br>She'd killed the wolf, at last, but not without its price<br>Bloodied and stained, she hardly moves from where she lies</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=483563" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But worse is for the fox that now nary is seen, <br>Concealed in undergrowth from where it once had been<br>The stench of death will fill the air in future days<br>Or else its rotted corpse thereat forever stays</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=483563" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As Tim arrives, she thought a pat would ease her pain<br>She whined a bit to point out to where she'd lain<br>Tim saw the baby bleeding red from dangling arm<br>And felt the matching blood on Betsy's face still warm</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=483563" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To Tim this meant a smoking gun that he has found<br>As victim and the culprit were all still around<br>Ten years of Police work taught him to act now fast<br>He struck at Betsy who just stared feeling aghast</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=483563" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The pat that Betsy yearned now came, but seemed too hard<br>It split her skull and felt as though there flew a shard<br>Her pups, too, Tim held nothing back, he game them all<br>She watched with mournful eyes as last of them did fall</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=483563" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She stared at Tim with eyes where now fresh blood had sprung<br>As if to say, "If you'd kill me, please spare my young, "<br>"I've only done the best I can, if not enough, <br>Then punish me, but please, let live a single pup."</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=483563" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Times that Tim's been judge, jury, executioner<br>Verdict's been slug between the eyes of whomever<br>A welcome thought for Betsy to befall that fate<br>When life has got more stings than even Death itself</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=483563" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Betsy now moves hardly from where she lies<br>It's been a year ago, yet Tim secretly cries<br>Her bones nary will know why man could make those slips<br>Or why often heroes would die in sinking ships.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Reyvrex+Questor+Reyes">Reyvrex Questor Reyes</a></strong></div>