Chris Walsh (chris_walsh) wrote,
Chris Walsh

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What can I say? The surroundings inspired me.

Written at the Lucky Labrador on SE Hawthorne, after work on the afternoon of Tuesday, July 14th, while I digest tortilla soup, bread and a pint of cider:

Good God
My life does not have dogs
I'm fogged
In bogs
Without the help of dogs
Can't clog
Or tog-
-gle when I don't see dogs
I'd slog
'Mongst hogs
To spend more time with dogs
Or flog
Some Yog-
-Suthoth what don't like dogs.
So dogs?
Here's grog!
Raised to your awesome pogs.

(...Dogs collect pogs. Dogs are a little behind the times.)

(c) Christopher Walsh, 7/14/2015

Okay, doing this more formally: This poem © Christopher Walsh, 2015. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Christopher Walsh (chris_walsh) with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.
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