Poetry Thursday

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

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

Big Mac and LIttle Mac were playing ball in the yardWhile being watched by their neighbor Maurice the Saint Bernard

Big Mac threw the ball over the fence

Maurice picked it up and ran and the chase commenced.

Big Mac and Little Mac jumped in their truck

Both using that HBO word that rhymes with muck

Its not that they needed the ball

But, as Big Mac said “it’s the principle of the thing, and that is all.”

They saw their neighbors the Bacalls

And asked if they saw Bernard with a ball

They said no, looked at Little Mac and asked “does the ball belong to your son?”

“He’s my dog,” Big Mac said, having heard it before and he wondered what was wrong with everyone.

They went throughout the neighborhood 

And continually about their relationship people misunderstood.

Looking at Little Mac Big Mac said he couldn’t see the resemblance.

And they were just victims of circumstance.

When they got home Maurice waited

And said that he took the ball because he needed his curiosity sated

Maurice said it didn’t make any sense

But how did the big dog get a license

Little Mac “He isn’t a dog he’s my human dad.

And Maurice said he didn’t want to make him mad

But they looked more like relations than dog and man

“And I have one more question if I can?”

“If Big Mac is not a dog

What leaves me agog

And makes me ask at risk of being crass

Why does he spend do much time smelling your moms ass