Pissing Around On A Fog-filled Night

Pissing Around On A Fog-filled Night

A Poem by Tom Friel

Cloistered from the neighbors
They share this fog filled night
Just him and the dog - out for a walk
Just doing what they like

 

A nightly routine
That must be done
Both see the tree
Oh what fun!

 

Together they aim
And take their best shot
The dog's dead-on
The drunk can't hit squat

© 2008 Tom Friel


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