About once every ten or twenty years, I write a poem.

A Note From the Dog*

When the freezer died

And all that meat

had to be eaten quickly

I was delirious with joy.

When you lost your job

And stayed home all the time

I could not have been happier.

When you had your cardiac event

And the doctor told you to go for a walk

every single day

I was ecstatic.

What ever would you do without me?

*FYI, I write fiction.  My freezer works fine, I haven't had a job in 25 years, and I have experienced no cardiac events.