Your lips are flappin’ but all I hear is blah, blah, blah…
He hears me speak,
He knows how to seek,
From my mouth I have sprung a leak,
Diarrhea of the oral cavity just between my cheeks…
In one ear and out the other,
Nothing in there to stop it from passing,
As usual this is just a bit of self-harassing,
My brain by the lack of oxygen does smother…
My dog only hears what he knows,
Biscuit, out, walk the best I suppose,
Though he is alert even when he does doze,
He thinks he is better at writing prose…
© ed ~ 1/5/06
I love this poem!)
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Sage
Hey ruffie wo0f w0of;-) u b d best heehee
eileen
He is pretty damn good!!!