I Am A Single Tonight Poem by John Shea

Perhaps a little trip to he sip and strip
To see my buddies ha ha

Or down to the slip with bait and rod
To catch a skirt or a wayward frog

My dog wants to join me
But this trip is rare

He will excuse me I hope
For my eyes want to scope
What is forbidden

She will not see me casting my bait
But my curiosity I will sate

Miss your cab and miss your flight my love
These excursions are so rare

Nothing ventured may be nothing gained
Being single tonight
Sends a lure your way

Come on home
I got the dog a new bone

For you
Our time alone.