The morning rang chromatic keys when
Massey’s sibling greetings pranged and
crashed in flames, such jealousy Podge
harbours sprang a leak - tried an ‘Alpha
Male’ disguise on meeting Fergusson -
her littermate who is at least 3 times his
size - implying he’s ‘the harder dog’ in a
burlesque advised with teeth a-bared
Disgraceful as it was to see, he made a
point that Fergusson surmised might be
a claim to backup out-of-sight; the wiser
vote of tolerance parlayed his ‘cleaning-
out’ a rowdy JRT, - tho’ Massey’s way’d
bend their enmity for games to play
So it came to pass I had to be a harder
dog in kind to keep the peace, & may in
retrospect decree me less the man than
he who feeds such lunacy - with Podge
denied by promises tonite of sausages
‘to go’ - his in a BBQ infused delight
© 18 July 2015, I. D. Carswell
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