Monday, July 18, 2011

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.

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