Puffed Up Hairless Dog
Have you ever seen a puffed-up hairless dog?
I frankly did not think that I ever had, and I said as much.
This one is a big eater, he feeds more than a hog.
And he puts on airs, speaking of his manhood and such.
I could not wait to meet him, and it did not take long.
He was sitting on a royal throne, looking down on me.
He made arm motions to show me he thought he was strong.
I wondered how much more arrogant he could be.
He raised his wine goblet and yelled off with her head.
I realized with a start he was pointing it at me.
My hair was awful, straight from a messy feather bed,
At least I have hair, I told him with a bit glee.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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