Outside the four cafes, four dogs awaited their caffeine crazed owners. Sniffing different street signs, taking inventory of who’d already been there. Four dog “owners” exited the cafés. A tall blonde, possibly bleached, retrieved the dog and haughtily gazed at the “other” cafes and dogs. A slightly rumpled donut muncher hurriedly hustled away with a slightly rumpled mutt. A lithe and limber, skin tight yoga panted Latte carrier, glided away. The dog, nose high, sniffed nothing. A rather large flannel shirt exited café number four, the dog nuzzled its owner. It’s reward, a hearty greeting and vigorous petting.
Shortly thereafter they all met at the dog park, the dogs that is. The owners took their places. One sat silently engrossed in a book. One talked loudly into a cell phone. One primped and posed while taking “selfies”. One watched and laughed at the antics of the dogs.
As they left the dog park the cups told a story. One was left on a bench, one tossed on the ground, one rinsed and filled with water so the dog might have a drink, and one placed in the recycle barrel.
John G. Lawless
©3/3/2023
Categories:
muncher, people, pets,
Form: Prose
Striving for balance
Walking that valance
Instead of making
A large mess
I suggest you invest
A little time to recognize
The importance of being civilized
Then it’s time to react
In a muncher calmer tact
Categories:
muncher, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Knock, knock who's there in my bathroom?
Jan the princess of posterior interior transfer
Knock, knock who's there not in my hot tub?
Cheryl the magnificent moonlight moon pie muncher
Knock, knock who's there in the pickle barrel?
Dale the satisfied stickler for the wife of the pickler
Knock, knock who's there flushing eyes for 15 minutes?
John the Master of Disastrous WD-40 tears
Knock, Knock who's there walking around all comfortable?
Maureen the anxious advocate of flat, wide, comfy, shoes
Knock, Knock. Who's there out in the forest?
Kevin the observer of the great grizzly wet haired bear!
Knock, Knock Who's there on the highway
Julie the crazy copper hating motorcycle driving lizard lover!
Just who dares to talk about normal poets names
Pat the shameless poet names dropper is to blame!
Categories:
muncher, funny, poets, word play,
Form: I do not know?
Mikey is a mango muncher,
He just loves that yellow fruit,
It is orange on the outside
With fragrant aroma that's so beaut.
Once he takes that skin off
His taste buds do a loop-de-loop,
Munching all that yellow flesh,
It really is his favourite fruit.
Now the juice is running everywhere,
What a mess he's in,
It's dripping down both his cheeks
Just near Mikey's yellow grin.
Categories:
muncher, kids, funny, good night,
Form: Rhyme
fat muncher sittin on the couch,
cheetos bag in hand.
an abstract maze of orange
cheesy dots all around him.
still he runs from the ghost
in the punchcard maze.
the nine to five arcadian
horror is what he fears most.
Categories:
muncher, allegory,
Form: Epyllion
How did you find me?
Your probing toe seeks its fortune
Tries its luck in my diamond mine
Hi ho, hi ho, lets not go to work
Continue burrowing, my little mole,
My muncher of ****
By Helen and Anja
Categories:
muncher, passion, teen,
Form: I do not know?