"Doggie in the yard"see the little doggie
doggie in the yard
happy face
he runs pell-mell
bury bone
and waggy tail
and though I don't know
his name
and we haven't been
introduced
I can't help notice
he's cavalier
about the brown stuff
he's produced
produced upon my
fresh-mown lawn
produced and left
and now he's gone.
Next Tuesday: Bull Durham
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Oh, now he's a poet.
I did not know it.
(((snaps fingers)))
Wow! That poem's vintage Monkey! Ooh, that poem takes me back, back, back . . .
. . . to the eighties!
Oh, now he's a poet.
I did not know it.
Think of it as free verse doggerel.
Get it? Dog. Doggie. Doggerel.
Bark.
That poem's vintage Monkey!
Actually I found it in an old e-mail you sent me after you found it sorting through some old files.
"Old" is the operative word.
I like it. And the Tuesdays concept ...
Incidentally, I know a girl who once used the words "lawn" and "gone" in a similar manner in a poem written many many many years ago. About a fawn. No lie.
A little truth in advertising here - that is a picture of the monkey's dog, she's a she, and the monkey is very familiar (he would say overly familiar) with the brown stuff she produces.
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