In Thailand dogs are everywhere,
Scratching fleas and shedding hair.
Males are never much henpecked;
Copulation runs unchecked.
Puppies in the streets are squashed
As often as my shirt is washed.
Packs of mongrel curs defy
The right-of-way of passersby.
No one owns these wretched beasts,
Living off their garbage feasts.
Buddhists hold all life divine;
Rabid dogs can breed like swine.
How I wish these mutts would cease
Living in the Buddha’s peace.