by Omar Persaud

Created on: October 14, 2008   Last Updated: January 20, 2010

EVERY DOG HAS IT'S DAY

I roamed through the wilderness fast and free,

Pissing aimlessly from tree to tree;

I couldn't find the one that suited me.

Till I came upon an elm

That was poisoned in her youth

That withered the earth with her rotted roots

And tilted to the side

Due to years of abuse.

But there was something in the way

Her branches swayed

That projected a shade

In which I liked to lay

And despite my qualms

I chose to stay.

So when I lifted my leg to proclaim my plot,

And soiled the grounds of her fragile lot

That was disembowelled through years of rot...

...She fell over and crushed me in the very spot!

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