Of goodly form, oft' portly, plump and round ; In every clime occasionally is found ; Of high repute, in that celestial sphere, Where dogs are dainties and fat pork is dear. Called Turkish, South American, Chinese ; Tho' fitted best, John Chinaman to please ; For tastes refined and Epicures decreed, Good roasted, boiled, fried, stewed or fricasseed; Guards well the house, and keeps the thief at bay ;
Does useful errands, for the folks by day ; Barks at their pigtails, licks their stunted feet, And grubs his hasty living in the street ; But woe betide him, when for cooking fit; It bodes him not, his merit or 'his wit ; Doomed to the oven, or frying-pan his lot, His grave the stewpan, or his tomb the pot. Doubtless well known, in ancient days was he, Ages before the Anno Domini ; They say Confucius fared on Canine stew, And sent Pythagoras a chop or two. Be't as it may. yet dare not raise a laugh, Such menial hounds inspire no epitaph ; They crave for food, that they Kay fat the faster, and die a sacrifice to feed their master.
Chinese Hairless Dog