Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Ventriloquists are cool... #557
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Ventriloquists are cool. They can throw their voices and make inanimate things, like dummies, talk. My dog talks to me. He stares at me while I'm eating and I feel like I need to give him the last piece of whatever. He prefers meat. Sometimes we just share a cold hotdog. He wags his tail and gets happy when it's time for a walk and holds the leash in his mouth as we go through the front door. On our last walk an old man was fishing. He caught a catfish even though the river is hot with pesticides. He threw it back. I swear the ducks with red beaks are mutants. They don't fly and they stare when you walk by like you're dinner. Probably caused by hot water. I recall my wife's friend (the one who's ex-husband kept the dogs) having a retirement dinner. She said he loved the dogs more than her. I understood and wrapped up my last piece of T-bone in a napkin. Ventriloquists are cool. |
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Ventriloquists are cool... #557
Ventriloquists are cool... #557
