Barb Has A Beau

 

This sonnet first appeared as a comment to the Steve Laube Agency blog on April 18, and I had so much fun writing it that I decided to re-use it.

Yes, I’m having a great day,

and laughing through the pain,

all because, I’ve got to say,

we got a new Great Dane!

His name is Beau, and he is large,

with drooly massive head,

and he’s shown that he's in charge

by sleeping on Barb’s bed,

and my oh my, the springs did groan

‘neath Beau’s colossal weight,

and my oh my, poor Barb did moan

in seeing that her fate

would be to sleep upon the rug

with her cheerful gassy Pug.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is LONELY. Which I never am.

There's a dog on every chair,

and projects piled throughout the place.

I live without a lonely care,

for I live in a state of grace,

tied, yes, to the oxygen 

that lets me live and breathe away.

There's no point in Remember When,

for I've more blessings on this day 

than most will see,their whole lives through,

so I've let go the cherished past.

Each hour now brings something new,

and though I wasn't built to last

I will go fast instead of far,

and burn out as a shooting star.

Just a few ticks past three minutes.

Music from Bob Lind, with Elusive Butterfly

Sylvia just saw the first butterfly of spring!