Gentle readers,
I would like to share with you an excerpt from my aforementioned poetry collection, Heaves Of Grass. Ahem...
On Being A Big, Mellow Hound In A Small-ish Apartment
I am a proud Irish Wolfhound
Not the petite-est of breeds
One-thirty if you're counting by pound
We're not so much dogs as we're steeds
My Daddy is not a short fellow
A giant compared to some guys
But if I stand up straight saying, "Hello!"
My nose reaches way past his eyes
I greet every morning with tail wags
A stretch and a woof and some kibble
My Daddy comes home with the large bags
Tinned food? Oh, sure – I'll have a nibble
I eat, then I sleep, then I eat more
Big doggery sure has its perks
To some it might sound like a huge bore
But for me – I just know that it works
Some dogs seem to need lots of frolic
But I'm quite content with my strolls
To me this apartment's bucolic -
My days measured out in food bowls
M.T.D.
