Colin F. Jones

WHAT’S LOYAL?
(While running for the hills)

My dog when I kick him,
unlike my wife, don’t growl,
‘Cause he is so damn loyal;
though like my wife, he howls.
Can’t say he bruises easy,
Like the spouse, all black and blue,
And he ain’t quite as queasy,
as she is when I’m through.
‘Cause well, he’s so damn loyal,
Does everything I say,
While she festers like a boil,
When I bounce one off her, hey?
So if ya want to know what’s loyal,
It’s me dog I have to say!

©Copyright July 3, 2004 by Colin F. Jones

This poem prompted the response, “Loyal to a Dream” ©Copyright July 4, 2004 by Nancy L. Meek. Submitted for the July 2004 IWVPA Club Theme Project, “Loyalty”