Ode to Carl
His momma is a yorkie
and his daddy is a possum.
He runs like a rabbit
and he barks at the moon.
He has crawdads for breakfast
and earthworms for supper.
He eats frogses and mices and
occasional birds.
.
He got hit by the mail truck
and he lived to tell it.
He got bit by a hog snake
in his own backyard.
His momma is a yorkie and
his daddy is a possum
and he wears his daddy’s cologne.
.
He sings like Hank Williams
and he yodels like Patsy.
He never stops barking
unless he’s asleep.
He’ll nip at your heels.
He’s a true ankle biter.
He’ll chew up your shoes
any time that he feels.
.
He stinks to high heaven
and he runs the night fences.
He howls with the coyote
and flies with the owl.
He sleeps on fine linens
and he dreams of fried chicken.
And everyone loves him
in spite of his smell.
.
He got hit by the mail truck
and he lived to tell it.
He got bit by a hog snake
in his own backyard.
His momma is a yorkie
and his daddy is a possum
and he wears his daddy’s cologne.
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I love everything about this. The form, your word choice, the story, but mostly I love Carl. Thanks for sharing.
I agree with Wendy.
Wonderful !!
I’m so glad that Carl gets a long ode in his name! This is priceless and very fun. You and Carl have put me in a good mood. I particualry love this:
He sleeps on fine linens
and he dreams of fried chicken.
A writing teacher suggested to me that all poems didn’t have to be about loss, pain, searching etc. He me to write about joy and sometimes I do. This is a poem of joy!
Yes!
I want to hear this set to music! I want to howl along with Carl and the coyote! 🙂
Talented fella, Carl.
What a fun poem! I laughed and I howled and I felt so sorry for Carl when the hogsnake bit him. But Carl lives on to tell. Great rhythm and great images. I’m still trying to draw a picture in my mind, a yorkie and a possum.
This definitely needs to be set to music! It already has the rhythm and reads like a ballad! You have just made Carl a legend in his own time (to quote Carly Simon)!
Omg. This. I Love it!
I was wanting to write a country song poem the other day,
I was wishing for it to come but it never came.
That muse visited you, instead and gave you a Platinum crown!
This is one of those poems that makes you buy the book!