P.S. My Wife Is Not A Dog
I can never stay in one place
It feels like that makes me a disgrace.
Need to be outside of this house,
WAIT! I forgot my spouse-
Rushing back to that cramped little space,
Grabbing her nicely, and throwing a leash around her neck.
. . . I’m TOTALLY married to a dog.
Letting the sun blare warm on my face
Letting the weeds scrape my legs.
Skipping around on a hot, summer, day
Sunbathing, saying ‘Okay’!
Cause, my wife barks a lot
Especially when I put her dog food away in the pot.
Reading books while in the shade
Clanking pots and yelling “Hooray!”
Because, I like the outside world
I like to be unfurled.
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