Wet sloppy kisses, on my face,
Tongue working up and down.
Out in public what a disgrace,
But there's just no way that I will frown.
Almost obscene this loving display,
I feel slimier than a frog.
And yet it happens everyday,
When I come home to my dog.
6/29/11 Alton Texas
Fantastic irony. Well played till the last ball (word) to play. Thank you. Regards, pranab
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I think i'm getting to know you too well Juan, as soon as i started reading this i knew it was about your dog. Great poem Juan, worth a 10 any day.