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my embarrassed dog begged me
never to take him to that groomer again.
“i may be cute,” he said, but come on…
bows? i’m a manly mutt.
he concurred with the timid window
who pleaded with me to pull the shades
so she could enjoy the seclusion of her own room.
the lingerie drawer, also fearful of being opened,
thus disclosing the no-longer skimpy contents
of her confines said, “you don’t want to show
those ugly things to the whole world, do you?”
while the laundry basket, not at all enthralled
with her contents retorted,
“you think you have problems?!”
i escaped to my office where a lusty canvas waited,
craving to be slathered with color.
but a joyful book, my new novel—finally completed—
gloated, knowing that he had commanded
all my attention.
there, on the desk, moped a melancholy apple
longing to be consumed
and a glass of crisp chardonnay, a confused wine,
just couldn’t understand this poem.
so the delighted feather
was tickled by the whole affair.
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What a fun prompt Marina Sofia has given us for today’s dVerse Poetics. Stop on over for a few laughs and bring one of your own.
I’m back home at last, easing into normalcy but with some catching up to do. Hope to be hanging around the poetry pub a bit more.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 