(for J D Wetherspoon)
'No dogs but guide-dogs' read the sign at the door,
prejudiced towards my friends on all fours.
No more hygienic, these dogs that lead the blind
than the average domestic hound I think you'll find.
Besides, you're more than safe; their sense of smell
objects to your proud 'breakfast' clientele.
If you have any comments on this poem, Brett Evans would be pleased to hear from you.