Park Place Monopoly Poem by Edward Iacona

When the weather is pleasant
To escape things that's vitriolic.
My dog and I will go to the park
And bask in a place that's more bucolic.

Jack is the name of my dog
A concept that would find him 'fumin' '
As I am convinced that he truly
Believes I really am his human.

He must be kept on his leash
So he can't run free and frolic.
But, when he sees all of those trees
It affects him most metabolic.

He feels he must declare himself
In a manner personally hydraulic
But after twenty salutes or so
His efforts are merely symbolic.