Poetry that thinks out loud

BARKING UP THE WRONG TREE

Now my old man had some pains in his chest,
But my old man always thought he knew best.
“Go to the doctor” we all used to say,
But Dad never went; he was set in his way.

Now Dad had a dog that was more like a bear;
You'd throw him a bone, but would rather a chair;
He could chew metal like two inches thick
And dust would remain if you threw him a brick.

Early one morning I heard my mum shout
Dad didn't come home and must have stayed out.
She said to go check in the trailer outside
That was Dad's office where he liked to hide.

I went to the trailer then stood there in shock
And just for a second I could hear the clock;
Ticking away as I looked to the floor
Dad was out cold as I froze by the door.

I had to think, get my mind back on track
It must be his heart as I tried to think back.
There was a problem I needed the phone
It was near Dad and he was not alone.

There with my Dad was the dog like a bear
Barking and growling with his evil snare.
One more step forward I'm sure he will bite
This is my Dads life I must stand and fight.

I took a step closer the dog bit my arm
I had to do something he would cause me harm.
So I took a rope and I pulled on it tight
Held it round his neck as I said goodnight.

I got to the phone and the ambulance came
Life after this would just not be the same.
A simple mistake is what I had made here
Dad was not dead, but had drunk, too, much beer.






















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BARKING UP THE WRONG TREE

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