Costume Day

It is that time of year
The wind breezes through my fur.
The leaves begin to turn
And I know what is coming soon.
The one day will come
That I will have to endure
My owner with a costume in hand,
Coming to put it on.
I will stand there as it is placed on,
I will endure this itchy thing.
I will walk around town
As onlookers look on smiling,
Poking fun at a dog with a Halloween costume on.
I feel humiliated with what is done to me
But I thank them that it is only once a year that must be done.
Try as I must, I try to shed this thing,
But no matter how I try it stays on.
It is that time of year
The wind breezes through my fur.
The leaves begin to turn
And I know what is coming soon,
A Halloween costume for me,
Is what will be in store.