poetry and other musings from the mind of rebecca noel

And my Dog Steals a Hamburger from the Table

Mother begs me to apologize
Impassive I tell her
that’s just what dogs do
the meal was out for the taking
and my dog wasn’t trained well
but I can’t help but think
I am not unlike when Mary
goes to the bar and 
Mike tries to slip his hand up her skirt
and the bartender says
she should have worn pants.

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