Take one home for the kiddies

On shallow straw, in shadeless glass,
Huddled by empty bowls, they sleep:
No dark, no dam, no earth, no grass -
Mam, get us one of them to keep.

Living toys are something novel,
But it soon wears off somehow.
Fetch the shoebox, fetch the shovel -
Mam, we're playing funerals now.

Philip Larkin

Comments

  1. Remember… A puppy isn’t just for Christmas… With any luck, there’s be some left over for Boxing Day!

    Seriously, I liked the poem. Kids can be fickle.

  2. And cruel also. I see it every day at work.