POYDRAS
POYDRAS THE BIONIC BULLDOG
They will say Oh he was just a dog
Of the fat little bully I gave my
heart to Named for a Southern poet
& carted here from Poland (poor bastard)
No one has been this happy to see me
except perhaps my 3rd husband on a
good day But people generally make me
want to bolt or bite So I will mourn the
passing of said bulldog like a 4th brother
And when his hips go I hope they won’t make him bionic
—
Summer 2011
songanddancegirl 