Misfire
My Missy girl thinks she’s a boy;
she lifts her leg on plants to pee,
a fact that would my wife annoy
except for dog anatomy.
She sights it in and takes her aim:
persistence, not a thing she lacks.
Results, though, ever are the same;
her line of fire: straight out the back.
There's possibly a lesson here,
Though one I will not stretch too far:
No matter what the world may see,
Some things you aren't, some things you are.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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