The Pekinese

The Pekinese

A-R-IS-TO-CRAT-IC,
I am, yes,
Mark well my look
Of haughtiness. 

With half a glance

It's plain to see

The high degree

Of my most royal 

Pedigree.

By Emperor and Mandarin,

By pampered ladies

Of the court

I am always sought.

Long and drooping

Silken hair;

Tail a plume of

Beauty rare.

Beauty, softness,

Wisdom, class;

All of these

Are qualities 

Of me, a Pekinese.

But let us see-

Yes, after all

A child will call

Me just a doggie

Like the others-

My own blood brothers.