Login
|
Join PoetrySoup
Home
Submit Poems
Login
Sign Up
Member Home
My Poems
My Quotes
My Profile & Settings
My Inboxes
My Outboxes
Soup Mail
Contest Results/Status
Contests
Poems
Poets
Famous Poems
Famous Poets
Dictionary
Types of Poems
Quotes
Short Stories
Articles
Forum
Blogs
Poem of the Day
New Poems
Resources
Syllable Counter
Anthology
Grammar Check
Greeting Card Maker
Classifieds
Member Area
Member Home
My Profile and Settings
My Poems
My Quotes
My Short Stories
My Articles
My Comments Inboxes
My Comments Outboxes
Soup Mail
Poetry Contests
Contest Results/Status
Followers
Poems of Poets I Follow
Friend Builder
Soup Social
Poetry Forum
New/Upcoming Features
The Wall
Soup Facebook Page
Who is Online
Link to Us
Member Poems
Poems - Top 100 New
Poems - Top 100 All-Time
Poems - Best
Poems - by Topic
Poems - New (All)
Poems - New (PM)
Poems - New by Poet
Poems - Random
Poems - Read
Poems - Unread
Member Poets
Poets - Best New
Poets - New
Poets - Top 100 Most Poems
Poets - Top 100 Most Poems Recent
Poets - Top 100 Community
Poets - Top 100 Contest
Famous Poems
Famous Poems - African American
Famous Poems - Best
Famous Poems - Classical
Famous Poems - English
Famous Poems - Haiku
Famous Poems - Love
Famous Poems - Short
Famous Poems - Top 100
Famous Poets
Famous Poets - Living
Famous Poets - Most Popular
Famous Poets - Top 100
Famous Poets - Best
Famous Poets - Women
Famous Poets - African American
Famous Poets - Beat
Famous Poets - Cinquain
Famous Poets - Classical
Famous Poets - English
Famous Poets - Haiku
Famous Poets - Hindi
Famous Poets - Jewish
Famous Poets - Love
Famous Poets - Metaphysical
Famous Poets - Modern
Famous Poets - Punjabi
Famous Poets - Romantic
Famous Poets - Spanish
Famous Poets - Suicidal
Famous Poets - Urdu
Famous Poets - War
Poetry Resources
Anagrams
Bible
Book Store
Character Counter
Cliché Finder
Poetry Clichés
Common Words
Copyright Information
Grammar
Grammar Checker
Homonym
Homophones
How to Write a Poem
Lyrics
Love Poem Generator
New Poetic Forms
Plagiarism Checker
Poetics
Poetry Art
Publishing
Random Word Generator
Spell Checker
Store
What is Good Poetry?
Word Counter
Email Poem
Your IP Address: 18.188.40.207
Your Email Address:
Required
Email Address Not Valid.
To Email Address:
Email Address Not Valid.
Required
Subject
Required
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem
The truth is stranger than fiction. As they say, you can’t make this stuff up. It was the middle of summer, And I was looking for a way to defeat Fort Sill’s Oklahoma heat. Escaping to the cooler climate of Buffalo New York seem to be a good idea. I was in the army and home on leave, visiting my girlfriend Cookie at the time and my daughter Schanell. I was sitting in the living room watching Cable T.V. I heard Schanell, my spoiled four-year-old daughter getting a swat on her backside for eating some cake before she had dinner. Which I thought was OK until I heard her cry, ooh! I'm gonna get my dogs! Cookies brother Genesee Is a dog trainer, and has trained The dogs to protect and obey My daughter Schanell. He taught her how to call and command them. I heard the running of little feet in the kitchen and the squeaky springs of a screen door slam on the side of the house. Bursting through the kitchen door and bounding through the living room and pass me went my girlfriend. Cookie went up the stairs as fast as I have ever seen her move. Her only warning to me was... Run! I heard the squeaky springs of the screen door open to the kitchen. And I ran up the stairs, like it was an Olympic event. Like my life depended on me setting a new worlds record. The attic had been remodeled and turned into a nice bedroom. Cookie and I stood with our backs against the door with Fort Knox in the form of a hook latch between us and our very angry little girl. With four full-grown trained Dobermans. Who not five seconds later came running up to the door. You could hear Schanell crying, dogs barking and her little hands banging on the door. She was still to angry and stubborn to think about doing anything but getting back at her mother. This was 1981 cell phones Hadn’t been in invented yet. And the house phone was downstairs In the living room. So, we sat on the floor With our backs to the door. While we were waiting to be rescued. Cookie and I with nothing better to do, had a romantic moment or two. Just as we were getting warmed up. I was wondering about the wisdom, of giving a four-year-old control of four full-grown Dobermans. Which by the way, were some of the meanest People eaters you ever want to see. We were finally saved by Cookie’s Mother Maye Who after calling off the dogs and picking up her sleeping granddaughter. Gave Cookie and myself a few well chosen Colorful words. It’s just like I said, You can’t make this stuff up.
CAPTCHA Preview
Type the characters you see in the picture
Required