Jerry Behr Number 2

Rookie - 0 Points (3/2/1951 / Netherlands)

Late Night Chores - Poem by Jerry Behr Number 2

Sometimes late of a night when I’m dog tired I have to do
my nightly chores. Because I don’t have a garage I have to
put my car in the backyard. So I have to bring Buffy inside;
she is agreeable in order to get out of the cold.
I have to settle her down as she pranced and then she rolled.

My next chore is to feed Buffy, Buffy’s ears pricked up as she
came into the kitchen. She stood up on her two hind legs like
a Meerkat from Angola watching what I was putting into her doggie bowl. I first put in doggie dry food, only a little bit,
next a bit of canned Pale, together it just fit.

Buffy still standing like a Meerkat looked at me as if to say
“Eh where’s my entrée”? She made me laugh.
“Ok, ok already.” On the kitchen table were left overs of
chicken drumstick bones. Now Buffy had a smorgasbord.
Instantly there was a pitter-patter of little feet bless the lord.

Now she danced and made circles, prancing and carrying
on. “I can’t feed you here, come on outside”. I said
Standing on her two hind legs she was in total agreement.
I put her bowl beside her kennel; she pounced on her meal.
Devouring the drumstick bones she must have been hungry I feel.
By Jerry Behr

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 12, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 12, 2011

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