James L. A. Huetson

Rookie (1933 / South Dakota)

The Good Life - Poem by James L. A. Huetson

“Oh”, said she
“You do not understand,
This is not reality
So strike up the band.
Life is a cartoon.
It’s just for a laugh,
A humorous lampoon,
All on fate’s behalf.
Thus began a life
Of joyous frivolity
Never a time of strife
Between myself and she.
Once my life was sad,
Always filled with duty.
Now it’s mainly glad,
Even sometimes jolly.
Often when we walk
She does her little dance.
We are close and we talk.
Others often at us glance.
There’s that other lovely thing
That happens now and then.
She often starts to sing.
Then there is the buggy
In which our dog likes to ride.
Others often wait to see
If he’s in it or by our side.
Now and then he’s gone away
And I have an empty buggy
Then the passersby all say,
“That old man is pretty balmy”.
The dog is a little Shi Tsu.
Named Chen by the family before.
New mom said, ”Little man you
Are Rudy to me for evermore.
Quickly he became famous.
His short cut and gorgeous tail
Are his signature no less
Drawing comment without fail.
At skateboards he takes offense,
Chasing all and barking loud.
Bicycles startle and make no sense.
He wishes they weren’t allowed.
Rudy rushes up to everyone.
Like he wants to make a friend.
Then he sniffs them and is done.
With that the meeting’s at its end.
He sasses all the big dogs
With barks and a wag of tail.
When they ignore him he logs
It as a success, he did not fail.
The beauty of the lady,
And of the great Snake River,
Along the path most shady,
My gratitude makes me shiver.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 17, 2010

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