Ted Sheridan

Home At Last - Poem by Ted Sheridan

The fishbowl was filled with cloudy water
Little fish all floating on the surface
Next to their bloated brethren
Their vacation had ended in tragedy
And ours had now ended as well
The dog didn’t like the kennel
Complained of over crowded conditions
Barked that he and others had organized
And delivered a written and signed petition
Tired of fighting the good fight the Ol’ boy
He just yawned and stretched out as he assumed
His more familiar Laissez-faire position
The parrot was ecstatic to have made the trip
The tropical climate had suited his temperament
He squawked his excitement to return to his perch
As he was a little worn out from all the traveling
The wife looked for dinner in the freezer
To see what there was to defrost
Deciding there was little that could be ready by six
She picked up the phone and ordered out
The dog who had been reading my mind
Looked up with those big brown eyes
And moaned “Welcome home my friend,
Welcome the hell home.”

2008 © T Sheridan

Comments about Home At Last by Ted Sheridan

  • (4/10/2008 10:07:00 PM)

    This I hope is only the first installment - the happy ending. I'll be keen to read the parrot's eye view of tropicality v's topicality! Or even an expurgated version of the dog's petition. Relax and get the feet up! Rgds, Ivan (Report) Reply

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  • (4/10/2008 9:01:00 PM)

    Love the comfortable abruptness of your delivery - and the dog (wouldn't be a labrador would he?) with his petition. Great mix of the jocular and the self-deprecating. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

  • (4/10/2008 8:16:00 PM)

    Touching tribute and welcome the hell home, Ted! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, April 21, 2008

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