Thursday, January 17, 2019

Dog Dancing




image from pinterest.com


Dog Dancing

“Never give a sword to a man who can’t dance.”
--Confucius.

The dapper dalmatians decided to come
to town on Thursday night, because they
knew that’s when the sweet but dumb
girlie dachshunds were completely okay
with burning hunks of canine spotted love.
They twirled and teased in their pleated skirts
while dog stars twinkled happily far above--
dancing hot like very sexy frankfurts.
Then the pampered poodles showed up,
and those perfumed posers tried to steal
the long ladies from those speckled pups;
but the girls spurned them--honoring their deal

with the tall freckled boys who brought them;
since the ladies were all dusky gems.



Glenn Buttkus

Sonnet

Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub MTB

8 comments:

Jilly said...

Bravo! Bravo! This made my day - thank you for sharing.

Grace said...

Good for those girls Glenn. Admiring the enjambments of your sonnet. Cheers!!

Frank Hubeny said...

Nice line: "dancing hot like very sexy frankfurts."

Charley said...

Ah, well done! Well done!

You have the enjambment down perfectly, and - dog-gone it! - the humor was spot on. :)

Great sonnet, Glenn

Kim M. Russell said...

Your sonnet made me smile, Glenn!

brudberg said...

Love the charm of this... I can see the lady and the tramp in this as well.

purplepeninportland.com said...

Yay! I love this enchanting sonnet!

robtkistner said...

This is a great piece Glenn. To hell eith those arrogant poodles. I finally posted a second sonnet trying Jilly's enjambment. Wrote a kinda counter culture take on Wonderland. BTW- I think Citrocel is good for enjambment...