The Butcher’s Best Friend

Posted by Brad Osborne on March 29, 2023 · 10 Comments 

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Sweet scent of smoke hung like a greyish sheet

There in the shop at the end of the street

The comers and goers paid him no mind

If he had a job, not one I could find

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But he lounged there all day, nothing to say

As people strolled in and good money paid

When he rare arose, he’d be gone for a bit

Then lazily return, again he would sit

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The butcher worked hard, the freshest meat known

Cleaver all day sliced sinew and beat bone

As dusk fell, anyone could plainly see

The butcher, as tired as one man can be

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But before he did retire, dinner he brought

To this silent partner, who had done naught

For a moment, I envied his lazy life

No cares, no needs, and absent of strife

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Idle all day while the other sells meats

Rewarded in pay with the finest of feasts

Dining on the scraps of cattle and hog

Oh, what a joy to be the butcher’s dog

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