As promised, today begins my gambit: a month of poems. Thank you, to all that have contributed to this project. A lifelong friend was the first to walk into my web and suggest the words “slippery meal.”
I enjoyed the tale of how he fell into the phrase. What it means to him is entirely different than what it means to me. David Walsh, thank you for your kindness, consideration, and fellowship. Inspired by the words you suggested, I’ve found this piece.
Without further adieu…
Like Tolkien’s Sméagol and Deagol,
Fighting for a ring,
I know two regal beagles,
That consume poop willingly.
With impassioned zeal,
They never yield.
Gains, pains, and yellow stains.
My, how those pups do yearn.
Digging out fecal remains,
Yields the law of diminishing returns.
To some, unspeakable things.
There’s no way to dull it.
Saliva and Polly-O Pooh Strings,
Gliding down the gullet.
Wagging tails for slippery meals.
Who am I to judge?
What makes a puppy right as rain,
For chugging colon sludge?
I’ve tried to intervene at times,
Met only with low growls.
Dependent dog dispensary,
A store of empty bowels.
It takes a special vessel,
A superb specimen of daring.
A nugget to be wrestled.
There is no need for sharing.
Slip, slip, sliding.
No deposits on the lawn.
There’s no use in hiding,
The shit eating grins upon their maws.
Ponder, what would inspire one
To recount this commonplace?
The punch line comes at hot lunch end,
When they try to lick my face.
When all leashed up for walks and such,
We make our way outside.
Among flowerbeds and blades of grass,
These pooches squat astride.
If nature calls, they spin and yelp.
The dogs can hardly wait.
When gravity gives a little help,
Each will make a claim.
An angry eye.
Of this I’m sure.
The arrival of some sustenance,
From each small creatures bum.
Forgive my writhing countenance,
You know where it’s from.
Make no mistake,
There is no shame, as vile as it seems.
Turds find no earth,
But end in jaws of waiting devotees.
They can’t deny,
A fresh supply of corn-fed loaded nibble.
It seems to me it’s much preferred to,
Homogenized dog kibble.
In all my days,
I never spied such desperate lunchtime dining.
I relent, who am I,
To keep them from their mining?
In spite of me, they side with flies,
When choosing supple suppers.
Bon Appétit! Some slippery meals,
For eager beagle puppers.
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