adventures in dysthymia

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Jack, a poem of sorts


The neighbors’ Jack Russell
bounces like Tigger
and thinks he’s much bigger
and fuller of muscle

than a mere terrier.
That’s been no barrier

to sniffing after
each bitch in heat;
yet it ends in defeat
and much human laughter,

for he’s just too short
to engage in such sport

with a lab or a collie,
try as he might.
He may lack in height
but he’s not melancholy;

he is a Jack Russell —
he knows only hustle!

Stephen Brooke ©2012

A bit of dog-gerel and very much a silly throw-away. There is indeed such a dog living next door.

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