Poetry Thursday

  

There was a prairie dog named Steve

Living in a hole he did not want to leave

He had found every type of meat he could conceive.

And knew leaving it untended would be naïve,

 

On New Year’s Eve he overly mixed Tanqueray and Wine

And was feeling mighty fine

He fell into a sleep sweetly divine

And that began our story line.

 

Steve looked forward to a breakfast of eggs and salami

Just the way it was made by his Mommy.

He woke up read to fill his belly.

When he saw the pantry was empty his anger washed over him like a tsunami.

 

It was time for Steve to play Sherlock Holmes

And go over his neighbors with a fine-tooth comb.

He had to be quick not wanting to miss a meal and suffer from Anorexia nervosa syndrome.

And once finding the salami heading back home

 

He knew the salami left with halitosis bad enough to make anyone near repent.

And by checking the other dogs ‘mouths he would find their content

When he saw Suzie he stuck his head in her mouth without consent

And soon found himself summoned to HR after being charged with sexual harassment.

 

Steve claimed innocence just wanting to see if in her mouth his salami would fit.

And everyone in the office shouted that they could not acquit.

Steve= was banished from the prairie and if he was told they would not re-admit

Before leaving he peed on their food supply and in the square he left a big shit

 

Now Steve the prairie dog walks the earth alone.

Just a dog, his salami, and a tiny chicken bone

But he liked being on his own.

He would rather have his salami than friends who moan and groan.