A poet I know propagates the notion
that dog, aka dawg, doesn't rhyme
with frog, aka what, frogh? I dispute
that notion, I say, Codswallop
to that moonshine. During my seaside
walk earlier this morning I wrote an entire
poem consisting of my refutation
though once I'd made my way back home
the entire poem was plumb lost, Gawd!
The number of poems I lose by writing up-
stairs instead of down here beggars
belief. There were no moles, lizards,
or voles in my poem, merely a dead
lover, a dead rabbit, & God's own dog.
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