Shampooed soft
and calculations for cool,
not to mention
the dogs
that breed their masters
into kulat dancers
and
blueprint pacers.
The aluminum of
dogs
stare from
a Sassoon garage
with
Maybelline eyes.
One, two,
three
and best in breed
rein sculptured turns
to silver tray
and
trophys gray,
while corrals of
country clay
slow motion among
leashes, and
leap
into porcelain.
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Author:
Chris H (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 31st, 2023 15:26
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Comments3
I hate Dogs.They serve no purpose any more.The poem is tedious
Well I love dogs but hate dog shows. Thanks for reading.
i love the imagery
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