Big Foot

orchidee



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!

 

 

 

  • Author: orchidee (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 10th, 2022 04:07
  • Comment from author about the poem: A random video. Make of this what you will. How much is Fido and how much is me? Fido must be my conscience. Hopefully serious, or semi-serious.
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments9

  • arqios

    Big foot, big shoe! And sock.

    • orchidee

      Thanks CB. I could have added 'in it' to the title. But then poets would know it's not about a yeti!

    • Doggerel Dave

      Don't give yourself a lashing orchi - nobody's prefect (Fido, I'm referring to).

      Great video selection - thank you.

      • orchidee

        Thanks Dave.

      • hzugman

        Shock the neighbors and take the imaginary dog on an imaginary walk but use a real dog leash. Nice work O.

        • orchidee

          Thanks H. lol.

        • Crystal Hope

          This is a clever story. I enjoyed your writing 🙂

          • orchidee

            Thanks CH.

          • Bella Shepard

            Dear Orchi, you put me in mind of Wallace and Gromit. Gromit, a well read pooch, does seem to keep Wallace on the straight and narrow. I'm know that Fido does the same for you. I can picture the two of you by the fire; pipe, slippers, contentment. This was so much fun my friend, I just smiled all the way through. I have to say though, that I think you are far wittier than Fido!

            • orchidee

              Thanks Bella. Ohh, could I be wittier than Fido? He knows 99% of what there is to know. lol.

            • J.H.Byron-Nuel

              This a great whimsical piece. And I liked the video especially the guitar part. I have a Fido but he is a real dog and his name is Harley. He tries; when I lose my way, to lead me right. That is literally and spiritually

              • orchidee

                Thanks JH. Ohh, a real Fido! lol. When I see Assistance dogs or Therapy dogs, I think 'Do they help? Of course they do! Who could not like them?'

              • Goldfinch60

                Fido is our messenger but where was he at Hastings in 1066.

                Andy

                • orchidee

                  Thanks Gold. He must have been having a nap! lol. He left me to it and I mucked it all up.

                • Neville


                  You know I like it when you deviate from ... ahem, without being sexist for fear of Fido reprisals hymn poems .. 🙂

                  • orchidee

                    Thanks N.

                  • Fay Slimm.

                    We all need a watchdog at times dear Orchi - - I love the video you chose to illustrate the beauty we can see when we forget our mistakes - - keep reading the inspirational poems my friend and enjoy your watered down tot.

                    • orchidee

                      Thanks Fay.



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