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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