Welcome to the second day in the festival of sonnet, wherein, I have determined, in celebration of NaPoWriMo, to write a sonnet every day during the month of April. The dilemma always during National Poetry Writing Month, whether you are doing your own thing or following the lovely prompts offered by the NaPoWriMo website, is finding a subject. It has been my practice to simply go with whatever presents itself–that’s why I’d write so many poems about teaching, the day-to-day experience in education never failed to present material. Now that I’m retired, perhaps it’s time to turn to other subject matter. This is what presented itself this morning, inspired by waking up to voluminous amounts of dog barf on the sofa:
These are the worst dogs we have ever had.
I wake up to a mess almost each day
And find myself shouting, bad dog, dog, bad!
The pee on rug, the barf on the settee,
The poo. If it’s urine or shit I know
Which dog it is, which one today’s to blame,
And if it’s vomit, the other’s the foe.
Each has a corner on the market–shame.
And they’re so needy, they paw, and they beg,
they whine, and jump, and if they get the chance
they’ll run away, but they won’t hump your leg.
So, there’s at least one thing, by happenstance.
But they’re cute and they love us like we’re gods,
And it’s impossible to hate these dogs.