I Write Bad Poetry
This little ambiguity just flopped out of my head and onto the floor...unfortunately, I picked it up and now I'm inflicting it on you poor, unsuspecting folks.
Let me also add, with the deepest apologies to my favorite poet of all time: Dear Robert, I may borrow your rhyme and meter, but I truly mean no disrespect!
Stopping to Think While My Dog Gets Irritated
Whose face this is
I think I know
Her heart remains mysterious, though
She will not see me stopping here
to ponder beauty, life and so.
My little dog must think I'm nuts
But romance to him is sniffing butts
Between the park and coffee shop
I pause to daydream...I'm such a putz!
He gives his leash and collar a shake
to ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound the drone
of midday traffic and a bubbling fountain in the lake
Her eyes are lovely, dark and deep
but my poor little dog needs to take a leak
and I must wait for her to keep
and I must wait for her to keep
Let me also add, with the deepest apologies to my favorite poet of all time: Dear Robert, I may borrow your rhyme and meter, but I truly mean no disrespect!
Stopping to Think While My Dog Gets Irritated
Whose face this is
I think I know
Her heart remains mysterious, though
She will not see me stopping here
to ponder beauty, life and so.
My little dog must think I'm nuts
But romance to him is sniffing butts
Between the park and coffee shop
I pause to daydream...I'm such a putz!
He gives his leash and collar a shake
to ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound the drone
of midday traffic and a bubbling fountain in the lake
Her eyes are lovely, dark and deep
but my poor little dog needs to take a leak
and I must wait for her to keep
and I must wait for her to keep
By:
BozoBuckets
Age:
51-55
,
Male
