A dog's lament

The Song of Quoodle
G.K. Chesterton
They haven't got no noses,
The fallen sons of Eve;
Even the smell of rosesIs
not what they supposes;
But more than mind discloses
And more than men believe.
They haven't got no noses,
They cannot even tell
When door and darkness closes
The park a Jew encloses,
Where even the law of Moses
Will let you steal a smell.
The brilliant smell of water,
The brave smell of a stone,
The smell of dew and thunder,
The old bones buried under,
Are things in which they blunder
And err, if left alone.
The wind from winter forests,
The scent of scentless flowers,
The breath of brides' adorning,
The smell of snare and warning,
The smell of Sunday morning,
God gave to us for ours
And Quoodle here discloses
All things that Quoodle can,
They haven't got no noses,
And goodness only knowses
The Noselessness of Man.


Opy - the Original GruffPuppy said...

hey buddy,

welcome to www.dogswithblogs.com.au - it is great to meet you and I am sure you will make lots of new friends here :-)


Sparky said...

Hi Karma! You're pretty awesome! I'm glad to find another poodle friend here on Dogs with Blogs. We poodles rock!

I love your blog! And I really enjoyed looking at the pictures. I see Monday is bath day, eh? Ugh, aren't baths just horrible?

I hope you had a great weekend!