The Mistress Poem by Jerry Behr Number 2

There she goes again off to her church
group for ladies and leaving me alone. The
lame pensioner in an empty house and only
my computer for company and lonely.

The missus is always off to some sort
of associations of some sort or another.
I only have a few, a writers group
and a Pentecostal church in Bible belt loop.

Such associations are really not enough for
me so I opened my back door to let in my
small albino dog Buffy. Inside
she relieves me of my loneliness tide.

Buffy is only a small dog a Whippet a kind of
hunting dog. I’m now going to have a cup of
coffee, a morning tea break and communion
with Buffy appreciative of our union.

I sat on the sofa, Buffy jumped on my lap
expecting a bickie or two……or three.
They say that a dog is man’s best friend
and Buffy is a girl dog so she is a girlfriend.

My mistress sat up on my lap then put both
her paws on my chest and gave me
affectionate hugs and kisses, her brown eyes
sparkling with love I knew were no lies.

“Ok Buffy we’ll watch the news”
I clicked on the remote.
“This is your last bickie alright,
so don’t think that I’m uptight.”

4/10/08