Married to the dog © (poem)

It’s not how I imagined:

Being married to a dog,

Faithfulness unquestionable

Until we’re at the pub.


My Mother was the first to warn

That instinct controls the heart.

I really should have listened,

But, once together, hard to part.


It’s true you never take me out

And we dine in front of TV

I guess it’s better than being alone

Nobody to comfort me.


And though I do enjoy our walks

You never have much to say,

Sometimes I feel like your keeper

A distraction from your play.


And it’s true, that while I’m at work,

What you do, I never know;

I suppose I should be grateful that –

On return – you don’t want me to go.


And I know that our happiest times

Are when you and I have food;

We’re still better off than my best friend

Whose husband she calls a fool!


©Do not copy and edit, or reproduce without permission from the author (Abelia May) and full acknowledgement of the author (Abelia May) and website address

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