Down Boy

Persona Poem

Down Boy

 

On this hot northwest day

my man takes me for a walk

to a secluded section of the park,

a clearing overlooking the pond

surrounded by bushes and reeds

just off the well-used path.

 

He glances down when I whine

at the arriving long legs of a

sleek blond haired trophy breed.

Her leash held in the hand of a

magazine model also with long

legs under her white Marilyn

Monroe dress, paired apparitions

ignoring us two stunned males.

 

Staring, our imaginations running

wild, as the show dog takes interest,

allows me a good look and a sniff

while her mistress smiles approval,

nuzzles in against my best friend,

grants him the same thrill for less

than a heartbeat, then leave us both

breathless sharing the same thought,

What a pair of b*****s.

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

You know something about the females of the species. Both species. Thanks for sharing.