Saturday, July 24, 2010

Random Poetry

Here’s what it took:

1. A chance encounter with a dog

2, A writing workshop

3. New York City 
    at approximately 98 degrees F

The big brown bulldog sat on the floor

The big brown bulldog was dreaming.

He lay down on the floor,
He could take it no more,
'T was so hot, and the asphalt was steaming.

His owner had gone for iced coffee to buy,
Had left bulldog outside on the floor to lie,
Tied his leash to the door,
“Oh, he is such a bore,” 
Bulldog yawned, staring into the store.

“I’d like iced coffee, too,” 
said the dog to the shoe
That was passing him by 
at that moment.
It was owned by a man
Who just put his hand
On the door, 
to go into the store, 

The door opened wide, 
and the dog took a stride
Towards the counter, 
where people were standing.
At the menu he looked -
While his head he shook
At the prices, 
his knees started bending.

As he waited in line for a while, 
he was fine,
But then, the line started to move.
The poor dog on the floor
Was still tied to the door,
Could not reach the iced coffee 
he’d come for.


  1. Hi Birgit,

    I have read your poetry and am thankful that you chose to be a musician!!