Friday, May 20, 2005

My Dachshund Trumps Your Honor Student

Frenzied fur
On four manic driven legs
Awaits me inside each evening.

My face safe
From an overactive tongue
Only by the sheer height differential.

A dance
I'll call the "scamper"
Tugs my heartstrings.

Hey, look at me Dad!
Intones his little cavort
Daring my brush-off.

Astute as any child would be
He understands how preposterous
It would be to ignore this performance.

[Note: Barry, my long haired Dachshund is 2 years big today. Any resemblance to the character in this poem is purely intentional]
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