A pome
So, we're watching the dog show. Hell, it's more fun than politics. But my wife won't let me recite my dog pomes, 'cause they make her cry. Hell, they make me cry -- that's why I wrote them -- I guess there's some kind of gender-reversal thing going there. But she especially doesn't want the one that has her Dad in it.
Well, here 'tis.
Mac gets lonely some days,
when the Colonel's gone from the house, and he stays.
Mac's a big ol' springer, mostly chocolate brown
With a square white nose and freckles all around.
Mac's a country dog. Didn't get on well
When he lived in town, so his people tell.
So they put an ad: "Good dog needs home,
With plenty of room to run and roam."
Mac's a dog, knows when he's got good luck.
When the Colonel came by in his pickup truck,
Although he never met the Colonel before,
Mac jumped right in when he opened the door.
Now Mac and the Colonel go ever'where:
Down to the harbor for the afternoon air,
Out on the boat when the fishin's good,
Evenin's, back to the house in the wood.
But the Colonel has some business to do.
He'll get a call -- just a day or two --
Mac's a one-man dog. He'll sorrow and pine
'Till the Colonel's back, and then he's fine.
And that's why Mac gets lonely sometimes.
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