After Ozymandias

I met a traveler from the dog park near

Upon his brow was stamped

A treat for me and then I’ll play.

He romped upon the muddy ground

Pups joined and frolicked all around

Simple pleasures did abound

The earth itself seemed to smile

Upon these creatures

Oh so mild. I called my pup

And he did bound toward me

With the ball he stole. And this

Is why we know that dogs are

Are better yet than we ever be.

            By Percy Bysshe Shelley II,

             Cocker Spaniel.