Sunday, June 25, 2006

POEM OF THE DAY Day of the Dog In the army of the dog we don’t need no fucking ponies.   In the army of the dog we lift our legs to salute the flagpole.   In the army of the dog four legs still good.   In the army of the dog when the tail wags it wags for thee.   In the army of the dog old wags teach new pricks.   In the army of the dog we sleep in mangers and rise with fleas.   In the army of the dog we will have our day and we won’t have to see a Man about it. Dana Pattillo Note: See Poem of the Day 117. PoD 119 12:37:17 PM    comment []

Poetry after Midnight Tonight's poem: ALSO WITH YOU 12:03:48 AM    comment []