To the Man in the Park With the Unruly Dog
I know you think your dog is an angel,
a sweetheart. He wouldn’t hurt a fly, loves
everyone. That he’ll be fine with my dog.
But, see mine won’t be fine with yours. She
will nip yours if he comes too close. Really
I hope you leash your dog. Please would you, sir?
No, no, my dog is fine. He won’t leave my
side. He’s well trained. Wait! Stop! Wait! Come! Come!
Please, sir leash your dog. My dog is not okay
with your dog. He’s heading this way, please, sir.
Oh, he’s fine really No! No! No! Come here!
Control your dog, sir!
What the hell, lady. Your dog rollled mine right over.
I warned you sir, I did.
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I love the politeness of the repeated “Sir” and the use of “unruly” in the title
There is such sweet (leashed) revenge in the last line. I have seen this happen over and over. I’m sure he is spending the day telling people how your dog attacked his. Good poem, Louise.
Sounds familar!