Wardrobe

Down the hall,
The Chihuahua flew,
Mom close behind,
Yelling, “Where’s my shoe?”

Out in the yard,
The Cocker licked his paw.
Out came Mom,
Yelling, “Where’s my bra?”

From within a crate,
The Terrier attacks.
Dad has clothes for Church,
Since he has holy slacks.

Editor’s Note: The shoe is still missing. Any information gratefully accepted.

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.) View all posts by Blind John Ellsworth