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He makes quite an impression

The chair knows who he is -

forget memory foam -

It hears him coming,

catlike and unshod,

and braces for the slump

 

 

He sports a dark blue sock

with an emerald toe

and a furry one, ankle-patterned,

Got another pair like these, he says,

somewhere,

I wouldn't bet on it, I say

 

 

Outside, the clink of recycling,

the dog lets rip a volley of ire

Don't tell him to put a sock in it,

he needs no excuse, he says

There was this Great Dane on the News,

couldn't stop retching

 

 

They opened him up

and found forty-three socks

and a half,

all the colours of the rainbow,

Just proves that silver technology

can't be any good for you

 

 

No, I say, I imagine not,

Makes you wonder what happened

to the half,

the other half,

Well, it wouldn't make a pair,

he says, that's for sure

 

 

 

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http://www.theguardian.com/world/2014/sep/04/great-dane-portland-eats-43-socks-hospital-wins-prize

 

 

Comments 4

 
Barbara Froman on Wednesday, 10 September 2014 18:00

You capture canine behavior and thinking so perfectly, Rosy. This made me laugh and wince! As for the socks, I suspect our washing machines and dryers eat them on occasion...just to keep us on our toes (Ooh! Ouch! Groan! Sorry....) Love this poem.

You capture canine behavior and thinking so perfectly, Rosy. This made me laugh and wince! As for the socks, I suspect our washing machines and dryers eat them on occasion...just to keep us on our toes (Ooh! Ouch! Groan! Sorry....) Love this poem.
Rosy Cole on Thursday, 11 September 2014 12:01

Thanks! Delighted you enjoyed it! Has many amusing connotations for me :)

Thanks! Delighted you enjoyed it! Has many amusing connotations for me :)
Anonymous on Wednesday, 10 September 2014 18:52

Enjoyed the poem and the pooch. Also yesterday's video which I'll return to from time to time. Brings back
memories of a long gone but never forgotten girl dog -- Lysistrata by name. The first time she saw the ocean
and didn't know what to make of it. Nice to be back and don't worry, the bottom line of my regurgitation (YOU
THINK YOU KNOW?) isn't going to happen. It was just a challenge to the ghostly "me too" second party. ---- Charlie

Enjoyed the poem and the pooch. Also yesterday's video which I'll return to from time to time. Brings back memories of a long gone but never forgotten girl dog -- Lysistrata by name. The first time she saw the ocean and didn't know what to make of it. Nice to be back and don't worry, the bottom line of my regurgitation (YOU THINK YOU KNOW?) isn't going to happen. It was just a challenge to the ghostly "me too" second party. ---- Charlie
Rosy Cole on Thursday, 11 September 2014 12:10

Thanks, Charlie! Jack sometimes signs his posts 'Canine-in-much-Waiting to Herself'. Or else, Jack, the dog who keeps track of the plot'. Nice that he revives happy memories of Lysistrata. As to your poem...I did figure that was the case :) It's sort of mischievous in a dark way.

Thanks, Charlie! Jack sometimes signs his posts 'Canine-in-much-Waiting to Herself'. Or else, Jack, the dog who keeps track of the plot'. Nice that he revives happy memories of Lysistrata. As to your poem...I did figure that was the case :) It's sort of mischievous in a dark way.
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