Musings by The Poet Loriet
Mutt-erings
Baby, he said, sinking into the booth,
my dogs are barking. I need new shoes.
I stared at him blankly as he laughed.
My dogs are barking, Lori. It's a metaphor.
It means that my feet hurt, long day.
I just kept staring. Fancy that!
He outwitted a poet. I have NEVER
heard that expression, I tell him
and my mind starts wandering,
thinking about...
a dog eat dog world, the dog days of summer,
hot doggin' it, doggone it, barking
up the wrong tree, your bark is worse
than your bite, puppy love, give
the dog a bone...
and he says, What are you thinking?
You look so serious.
What's wrong, baby?
I shake my head. Oh, nothing.
I'm not thinking about anything
in particular really.
I flash him a smile and
try to think of something deep
and philosophical to say,
something besides...
I'm still chewing
on your dog metaphor.
Lori Beal
my dogs are barking. I need new shoes.
I stared at him blankly as he laughed.
My dogs are barking, Lori. It's a metaphor.
It means that my feet hurt, long day.
I just kept staring. Fancy that!
He outwitted a poet. I have NEVER
heard that expression, I tell him
and my mind starts wandering,
thinking about...
a dog eat dog world, the dog days of summer,
hot doggin' it, doggone it, barking
up the wrong tree, your bark is worse
than your bite, puppy love, give
the dog a bone...
and he says, What are you thinking?
You look so serious.
What's wrong, baby?
I shake my head. Oh, nothing.
I'm not thinking about anything
in particular really.
I flash him a smile and
try to think of something deep
and philosophical to say,
something besides...
I'm still chewing
on your dog metaphor.
Lori Beal
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