Though odious you are to some
Little bone you make my heart thrum
You sacrifice your creamy innerds
So I may enjoy my dinner(erds).
***
Composed last night while
I finally got to
enjoy my evening
repast in peace.
crunch, crunch, crunch.
7 comments:
marrow is one of my most sinful indulgences!
Lol
Now THAT is poetry! And yes, I love those as well....unfortunately so does Rhiannon so now I have to share.
Susan,
Great poem!!! Enjoy your dinner(erds)!!!
Admittedly, most poetry goes right over (through?) my head and I'm left wondering what the poet was actually trying to impart . . . but I took this very clever little poem of yours to mean those pampered doggies in your life got a good, ol', marrow bone with which to occupy themselves (crunch, crunch, crunch) while you ate your dinner. Yes? No? (See what I mean about me and poetry?)
Ha! I used to buy those for my dogs :) How do you cook yours???
HAHA! I loved this, you made me seriously laugh ;)
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