Home » Poems » Timothy Mcguire » Flinched

Flinched

I flinch at the growl Of the junkyard dog And his hot breath on my neck It is a cinch He is going to rip me apart If his chain has one more inch My butt would be in a pinch I'm praying that chain will clinch And lynch That devil dog Just outside those snapping jaws And under those razor claws Back over the security fence I hope no one saw me flinch The junk man is In his office space Laughing as that Yorkie Licks his face What Makes You Flinch Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver 5/29/19

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Line Gauthier

Date: 6/4/2019 5:34:00 PM

LOL don't blame you for being so jumpy, Timothy. A delightful poem with much rhythm.

Timothy Mcguire
Date: 6/4/2019 6:56:00 PM

I'm flinchy

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 5/29/2019 1:59:00 PM

Hello Timothy McGuire, we all have our fears of some sort. For me it is elevator I got stuck in some, now I take the stairs. have a nce day my friend.

Timothy Mcguire
Date: 5/29/2019 2:23:00 PM

Thanks Darlene! You too!

P.S. Awtry

Date: 5/29/2019 1:43:00 PM

Oh, you got me! I could just see this big black nightmare hound salivating and viciously barking.... One of my fears. Best of luck in the contest!

Timothy Mcguire
Date: 5/29/2019 2:23:00 PM

Thank you PS

Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib

Date: 5/29/2019 8:09:00 AM

Lol! Too funny! I happen to be Yorkie sitting at the moment. Been over a month, and that terrier bark frenzy every time she thinks she hears someone is going to be the death of me. Glued to my side, and me with noise sensitivity. ;)

Timothy Mcguire
Date: 5/29/2019 2:24:00 PM

That is funny! Thanks Maureen