Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Episode with Larks

The evening started slowly: Mom and I
Took up a friendly game of klabberjass,
And then the poodle bit me on the ass —
No reason. Well, that mutt thinks she can fly,
So lately reason has been pretty shy
In our house, but I guess I'll let that pass.
We called the vet; his place is a morass
Of overstressed pets. We must have been high.

In these four days, since then, the world has changed:
We used to take her walking in the park,
But now, fearing the cold eye of the lark,
The poodle, once just angry, now deranged,
Bit Uncle Franklin; we are now estranged,
And we no longer play cards after dark.

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