When I got to my house on a sunny day
I found a note pinned to my door,
It was from Aggie and what she had to say
She sure liked my verses and asked me for more.
She told me that April was poetry month
I said that I wasn’t a poet
I told her that I was a versifier
And she said “well, don’t I know it”
“But couldn’t you come up with three hundred words?”
She said “I need them for a blog…”
I told her that maybe I’ll write about birds
but then got a look from my dog
“Grrr-err woof woof” he said to me
verses ‘bout birds again?
“I thought you said the next time you verse,
you’d write about man’s best friend?”
“Oh yea, that’s right, I did promise that,
so what would you like me to say?”
“Woof woof sneeze ruff” he said to me
“something ‘bout a doggie day”
“A doggie day? You mean like in summer?
All you do is sleep in the sun”
“Woof woof bow wow yea that’s what I mean
C’mon man that’s pretty fun”
“Well Holy, you’re some kind of dog
who would have seen it like that?
You sleep on the stoop for an hour or two
Then wake to go sleep on your mat”
“Then when you’re awake your tail starts to wag
at the sing song birds in the tree…”
“Grrowl just quit with the birds” he said
“You’re supposed to be writing ‘bout me”
“All right you old dog,here we go…”
Dog on the stoop
He yawns, he stretches, he closes his eyes
His ears they flicker, at the touch of the flies;
The sun is warm, there’s no one around
All you hear is his snoring sound
In his head he dreams of a big juicy bone
and the walk he’ll take, soon as I get home
It’s the life of Riley, the life of a dog
With not a care in the world
The only thing that disturbs the peace
Is up in the tree, a squirrel.
-- Anthony Foliot
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