Very Bad Archive
Dog Day
Robert Hawkins
Happened upon.
A man in Texas.
Beating his dog,
With big stick.
Whoa! There mister,
What for are you,
Beating that dog?
I'm trying to get his attention,
So he will mind me.
Whereupon his beating,
Of the dog resumed.
I walk away,
Under the shade,
Of a Hackberry tree.
I spied what I need,
A dead limb the right size.
As I approched the man,
He paused long enough,
To ask if I want a swing?
Rest assured that I do.
I couldn't have had a better swing.
Nice solid contact,
With the back of the mans head.
I did ask on his way down.
Did it work?
Did I get your attention?
Sir? Am I to infer,
From your lack of response.
This exibition a faliure.
You don't mind,
If I take your dog.
rlh
note: I have a bottle in front of me, won't need the
prefrontalobotmy.
But it was kind of you to offer to assist.
Thanks some other time. Sis
Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: