Bad Poetry #3

Um, OK, not sure at all what’s going on with this guy. And for some reason I almost put a photo of my own dog with this.

This is Just to Say

I have eaten
the dog
that was in
your yard

and which
you were probably

for Westminster

Forgive me
it was delicious
so tender
not gamey at all

~Ross Stapleton-Gray, 2005

Written by Anne Clendening
Anne Clendening was born and raised in L.A. She's a yoga teacher, a writer and occasionally slings cocktails in a Hollywood bar. She could eat chocolate cake for every meal of the day. She has a huge fear of heights and flying. And fire. She wishes she could speak French, play her guitar better and make cannoli. She's probably listening to The Dark Side Of The Moon right now, kickin’ it with her boxer dog and her hot Australian husband ★