~> God If You're Listening,

Thad Wilk

The cold of night will soon be at hand.

Butch is my company I have no fear.

His warm body makes me feel grand.

He's like a heating blanket when he's near.

**

Butch is my buddy on him I depend.

He guards and protects me the whole night through.

He's always with me we're friends to the end.

There's nothing for me that he would not do.

**

BUT, things are not always rosy and pink.

Even though I love Butch with all my heart.

Last night again I did not sleep a wink.

Don't know what he ate, all he did was fart?

**

God If You're list'ning, and hear my prayer.

Send me a "gas mask" I need some fresh air~

 

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  • Author: Thad Wilk (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 30th, 2024 08:04
  • Comment from author about the poem: Shakespearean Sonnet... Yes Sonnets can be funny, cuz I say so !
  • Category: Spiritual
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