My Dog's Bone Poem by Norman Jin Shyr Wang

My dog liked to tell me that he could use his bone
to block airway of Tornado Alley.
Your cat meowed at him in distaste.
It's seemed that I was dizzy with wines and words
Wind blew and birds flew by.
Birds drops fell from the sky
and found no bones to mock at
they kept landing on Bill Gate's porche.

There were grassess to look at
with my neighbour kids to play on
You guessed this was about life
simple and easy and ordinary of charcuterie.
they still needed to find ways
to block the alley from blowing tornado
for an expensive price.

Ironman flew in and clubbed my dog and me.
his iron shield never got alone with
the police department chief. Maybe your
friend Superman who fell from a horse might help.
They both took some of my French flies and left.
My dog and I moved on to seek for a fix

in the special lands where all the Bigfoots
crowed together with their pet buffalos
would be able to hold down the tornado
on the youtube channel
and facebook of Lady Gaga dancing
on my ipod twitter page,
almost out of battery.