THICK NOT STUPID – poetry compt. entry 2016
THICK NOT STUPID
She’s thick as and disobedient , he knows that all too well ,
but she’s his bitch and he loves her , even though she gives him hell .
And she whimpers when she can’t see him , when he’s out of sight
and he curses her for snoring , every single night .
And when thunder’s rocking roundabouts , she always hear it first ,
she’ll start her whingeing and her whining , that always wakes him
with a curse . “ What the hell , you crazy bitch , what’s been rarking you ? “
then she’ll try and snuggle her way onto his bed a bed made for one not two .
He’ll be lying there pretending , that he’s gone back to sleep ,
then he’ll smell her breath , all stinky , panting warm against his cheek ,
then she’ll place one paw upon the bed and look him sadly in the eyes ,
he’ll weaken then and say to her , “ Ok , but just this time “.
Then a little bit later on down the track , he sees the flash , then hears the crack ,
as the thunder rolls around the hills and when it’s over and all is still ,
they’ll be lying there , then he’ll hear her sigh , he’ll think to himself
The cunning bitch I’ll bet she’s bloody smiling .
© Hugh Wilson