Above the peaks, a meaningless cumulonimbus splayed its parting parts, enclosing the late sun, whose shafts erupted through the central tendrils, lighting them silver too intense for word. Two dark starlings skipped random as stones over water into the darkness advertised by this glory. A swarm of bull gnats clouded my head while the starlings […]
Carlos, around the corner up the street, Told me his neighbor had a statue made Of the most fearsome watchdog you could meet Who, vanquished by Carlos, died of shame After his pusillanimous retreat. The bleeding fang holes in his lips and face And flleeing butt the sculptor quite ignored. A fearful snarl he incised
King Rottweileras: by Zigmund Shelley Read More »
Shall I compare thee to a dish of chow? Thou are more toothsome far than kibble: An hour, and the macerated cow Begins to rot, and turn too foul to nibble. The microwave may heat too hot to eat, Or inattention by the chef may leave too cool; The most delicious dish’s flavor fleet And
Sonnet 18: Zigmund Steiner-McCollum Read More »
27 I envy not the dog that bites Without regard for friend or foe, Who cares not for another’s woe But only for his own delights; Nor do I envy any hound That, feckless, never sought a mate I do not envy him his fate, To lie e’er mateless in the ground. So never will
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Not long ago, to go out walking Wouldn’t set people talking About leash laws Now they’re a Cause. I once could dine on tasty table scraps Now it’s veggie beef only fit for saps Whose applause Sticks in their craws. Can’t eat what you want today Must stay gaunt today At the park today Keep
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Do you know what you are? You are what you is If you’re a bull mastiff You ain’t Pekingese You ain’t what you’re not Like it or not You lot is your lot And that’s all you got A young Bichon Frisé That her owner named Rita Though she’d prefer to become an Akita She
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