Poetry Thursday

 

Once again, Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton have provided us with a photo for Poetry Thursday.

Bob’s job was causing him stress.

His doctor told him he had to worry less

He suggested Bob start doing yoga

The doctor knew a good one in Saratoga.

Bob decided to find online poses.

Not wanting to go to a class and having a pretty girl grow his

These were the type of worries that made Bob an emotional cripple

(His therapist thought he was too young to be weaned from the nipple)

He was doing a pose called cobra

A position that made his dog Fred guffaw

“You should try it,” Bob told Fred

“It will make your problems go away,” he said

Fred could not relax.

It had been that way since he left his pack

He had never heard of yoga for dogs

It sounded like the kind of thing native to tree frogs

Fred lay next to Fred on his belly

He thought to bend like Bob, his spine would have to be jelly

He lifted his head and turned his back, yelling, “look what I can do.”

I felt like his penis was attached to the floor by superglue.

He looked over his shoulder to check out his butt

And saw it wrinkled up on the other side of his guy

He thought it made him look like a relaxed shar pei

With an ass like that, he knew with the girls, he would slay

For Bob, the treatments did not work

At work, he was still a stressed-out jerk

But for Fred, yoga changed his life

He made friends, earned kibble, and got a trophy wife

Yoga isn’t for everyone. That is true

But for Fred, he gave him a new life

He is now a dog yoga instructor and lives without doubt

He just couldn’t figure out why he was so stressed out