#bluto
"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
- W. B. Yeats: The Second Coming
Dachshund
Bred to burrow after badgers,
what's he doing here?
Terrorizing the underwear
behind my couch.
Is he a true hund,
or just a pan-fried sausage
with a Bluto chest?
I wonder what they called him
back then, in the Black Forest,
when dogs were dogs.
Tracker? Hunter?
Try: Baron Von Putt-Putt Tootsie Roll.
I'm Scot myself.
My people once sacked York.
No, this isn't York.
It's Plano, Texas.
Don't think a Dachshund and a Scot
can't sack Dallas from here.
Until then, we play our little game:
What rough ****** slouches toward my underwear?
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC
What would Popeye do?
Olive Oyl subdued
he'd box away
saving the day
and punch Bluto too
Peru
What in the world, would Popeye do?
Olive Oyl, blue
he'd dance and sing
happiness bring
taking her
too the zoo
What could Popeye do?
Olive Oyl not true
he laughed, he cried
almost died
heart breaking clean
in two
What should Popeye do?
Olive Oyl, now through
hoisting the sails
weathering gales
and on his spinach
chew
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC