Discussion in rhyme. (or somethin)

[Farler]

when at a cross roads two travelers did meet
and sat did they to rest their feet
a discussion was had about who at the end
of travels did they call man's best friend

My horse said one, who thought his word's be true
Loyal no doubt for he carries you
Nay said other who knows well the fate
that horses take if you simply open the gate

My wife said other with a smile
she waits for me during long journey's trial
the other laughed, and said "after a week and a keg"
would take any man betwixt her legs

Then god, said he, in heaven waits for you and me
and when death comes in his arms we'll be
and if we sin? without second thought!
god will cast us to hell to burn and rot!

MY sword! was said full of haste
it lays all enemies of man to waste!
a turn and parry is all it takes
with your own blood the sword's thirst is slaked

a dog said one full of doubt
and caused the other to turn about

never did meet one that didn't learn
that leaving is fine as long as you return

My dog is prone when offered treats so fine
to bite the hand unless it's mine

My dog would sit with me all day
and no sin is so great that would make him turn away

My dog is fierce and has vicious bite
but against me could not be coaxed to fight

and so they parted knowing that it's true
at journey's end your dog always waits for you.

[sableagle]

That reminds me of the tale (presumably made up :rolleyes: ) of the man who died, and found himself walking along a country road with his dog at his side. The road wound a little and rose and fell over small hills, and then there was a driveway opening at the side of the road, and over it arched a gold-trimmed gateway with the words: "Welcome to Heaven". Two pearly gates stood in it, one open to reveal a neatly paved lane curving out of sight, and on the other gate was a little sign: No Dogs. He looked at that sign just long enough to read it, and turned and walked on along the road, and over the next rise he came to a dusty farm track at the side of the road, and standing open at its end was a simple five-bar wooden gate. On one gate post was a slice of log, with "Heaven" carved into its face, and beyond it the track went out of sight. After carefully checking for little signs, he went up the track, with his dog, and presently he saw a farmer leaning on the fence beside it, listening to the birds. The farmer gave his a friendly nod and bade him a good day, and he stopped to ask:
"Is this Heaven?"
"Oh, yes. Welcome."
"My dog's okay here too?"
"Of course."
"There was another place, a little way back, that said it was Heaven, too ... "
"You saw the little sign, then?"
"Yes."
"That place is a decoy. It saves us some filtering work here. We've no room for anyone who'd abandon his best friend to get in."