He's a Dog

In honor of Valentine's Day, here's a bit of comic relief.

He's a Dog -
A Poetic Parting Shot

They say a dog's a man's best friend,
And truer words were never penned.
I loved a man, who loved his dog,
And so I left him, on his Hog.

He was a snarly furry thing,
Who suffered hard from static cling.
His dog was worse and loved to bite,
Particularly overnight.

He loved to saunter on the prowl;
He'd see a lovely thing and howl.
His dog was not so ill behaved,
Except for certain treats he craved.

He doted on that nasty mutt,
Which made my case open-and-shut.
Because he favored his pooch more,
I showed that dirty dog the door!

I fired up that bike and sped
Before resorting to bloodshed.
He's in the dog house now, for good,
And I have dropped him like dead wood.

They say a dog's a man's best friend,
And truer words were never penned.
I loved a man, who loved his dog,
And so I left him, on his Hog.
c2008 by Linda Ann Nickerson