Dog Days
DOG DAYS… (or when my wife was in hospital)
Dog days change the way you think about days
some days you feel their paws dig into your dream
other days when she’s home you feel fine
and that everything’s
oky doky tra la la
her touch ,the food she cooks, hits you in
the heart like a power tool
but
when she’s not there the
days drag on like prison time (or shopping)
dog days steal your insides the way
Gulf pirates threaten to machine gun
you against the hull wall
and
when she comes back
it’s like the marines rescuing you
so you kiss her boots and beret
make her tea
and pretend that everything’s been OK
and that you haven’t missed her
(but) your eyes give it all away
oky doky tra la la
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