Saturday morning at last.
Nothing to do until noon.
(Bark, bark, bark)
A honey-do list I can ignore.
Only peace and quiet.
(Woof, woof, woof)
Just drifting back to sleep,
With a Chihuahua on my head.
(Growl, growl, growl)
Does anyone train dogs to make coffee?
Author: Blind John Ellsworth
Blind John Ellsworth (1960- ), a (questionable) poet and sometimes Texas bluesman. He has recorded one spoken-word album (thankfully unreleased), since he is still trying to learn to play guitar. (Lack of musical skills is what makes him a poet and not a lyricist. Plus, he can’t write music.)
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