Tuesday, October 24, 2006

The German Shepherd Poem

The poem was standing on all four,
its paws were making ripples on the grass,
the poem was barking cantos at the street,

at passing cars, at neighborhood kids,
at the proverbial mailman.
Soon poets from town

and from all of the surrounding towns
and eventually from LA and New York City
started dropping by

to see for themselves
this barking poem
that stood on all four,

and soon the poets worth their salt
realized that walking upright
wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

1 comment:

Pris said...

I like this!