This poem was written in about 1952 by my Great Uncle Joseph E. Shadbolt
Somebody’s Dog‘Only a dog,’ said the ‘cop’ on the street. Only a dog that lay at his feet. But one of God’s creatures As such it was born. Now victim of someone who just honked his horn. Only a dog. Maybe a joy Torn from the heart of a dog-loving boy. Someone will feel the pain and regret A dog lover knows at the loss of a pet. Someone will miss the heart-warming hail Voiced without words by a dog’s wagging tail. In somebody’s life a dog plays its part. A place of its own in somebody’s heart. So Mr. Driver, wherever you are Please be more careful when driving your car. Just for a dog’s and for somebody’s sake When tooting your horn bear down on the break. And Mr. Policeman, whatever your name For a common expression, you’re not to blame But don’t let a stock-word your good nature befog Please don’t say ‘only’ say ‘somebody’s dog’.
Author: Joseph E. Shadbolt of Eastbourne in Sussex and then of America. (around 1952)