Holy Shirt Courtesy 123RF.com
Holy Shirt!
Egad! My shirt is so holy!
It must be closer to dog.
My dog certainly loves me,
when he chews on my tog.
For while I am naked,
before him, dog cares not,
for how I look shirtless,
or what accoutrements got.
He's just interested
in how sweet I smell,
as he makes my,
shirt holier than thou.
For I know my dog loves me,
regardless how I forsake him.
Will save me hell or high water,
whatever state I am in.
When I am in the state of ecstasy,
his nose is very sharp.
Is always there to greet me,
and never one to harp.
I will wear my holy shirt,
until the day I die.
When my dog will drag it on,
to be praised by another guy.
Copyright 2022 © Ronald W. Hull
9/29/22
You can read and print this poem at my website here.
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I’ve a dog
By Mark Lichterman
I’ve a dog
That eats out of a bowl that lies
On a towel on my bed
That won’t eat unless I’m in the room with him,
That won’t eat unless I’m in the room with him
But not looking at him.
I’ve a dog
That eats out of a bowl that lies
On a towel on my bed
That won’t eat unless I’m in the room with him,
That won’t eat unless I’m in the room with him
but not looking at him
That won’t eat unless I take some food
From out of the bowl and put it on the towel
But then not look at him.
I’ve a dog
That eats out of a bowl that lies
On a towel on my bed
That won’t eat unless I’m in the room with him,
That won’t eat unless I’m in the room with him
But not looking at him
That won’t eat unless I take some food
From out of the bowl and put it on the towel
But then not look at him.
What’s got who trained?
©April 19, 2013 / Mark M. Lichterman
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