Saturday, June 22, 2013

Poem 238 - Switched Lunch

My dog's lunch - a bone
He stares at me, not tasty?
He jumps on my lunch

He eats hungrily, 
And there's no food left for me
 I stare at his brown eyes

Ah! No lunch for me
And, was I supposed to eat
His slimy, licked bone?

That's when I wonder
If my dog thinks, that the bone
Is old fashioned food
~Gaurang Rao


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