Big foot in it, that is - me sometimes!
Nope, not a poem about a yeti or monster
But about being too cynical sometimes
I preach it to myself
\'Woof! practise it then\' says Fido
It only ends up that we are embarrassed
Or thinking \'I shouldn\'t have said or done that\'
It seems clowning can go too far
But not to be a misery guts!
I discovered \'playboy/girl\' description
(No, not that! swoon!)
\'Woof! says Fido, in case it was that
And I got too \'hot\'
Barking to save me from a swoon!
But it\'s someone who just mucks about
Similar to a \'clown or \'joker\'
An example is: I said
\'Oh, I can\'t stand [name] much\'
Then it turned out a person said
\'Oh, I know him/her; he/she is a lovely person\'
Then I leave red-faced and downcast
Taking Fido with me
He barked to warn me
I didn\'t listen. Doh!
Fido is revealed as my \'watchdog\'
He must be my conscience!
But he is an imaginary talking, reading, barking dog too
He sits with me on dark evenings by the fire
Reading these poems
With his pipe (no tobacco in it) and carpet slippers on
Oh, and checking I don\'t add too much water
To the whisky!