This week’s writing challenge: The Best Medicine is an invitation to “Poke fun at yourself, write a limerick, find the absurdity in a real-life situation, come up with some groan-worthy puns, sketch a comic, put some fictional characters in a farcical situation — all’s fair in comedy.”
Obviously I don’t have a humor blog, but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to use this photo I took on my recent trip to The Smithsonian’s National Zoo in Washington D.C.!
New to the neighborhood, walking down the street
Wondering ’bout the neighbors I’ve yet to meet
Got my dogs on the leash, poop bag in hand
My sneakers on my feet, to avoid the sand
Loving the weather, loving the breeze
People so friendly, bless you when you sneeze
Pet owners walking toward other owners
Business suits, runners and even stoners
All give the nod, the slight shake of the head
Says it’s damn early to be outta bed.
Size doesn’t matter, we’ve all heard it
‘Cept when your dog drops a tiger sized sh*t.
Pooping tiger released the dragon
Looks to me like you shoulda brought the wagon
No worries, no laughs, wait a minute ’til it’s cooled
All us dog owners have been schooled
By the big breeds, small breeds, the growlers and the barkers
The shy types, sweet ones, and even the stalkers.
We all bow down to our four legged poopers
Embrace our role as human scoopers
Scented bag in hand no match for this steamer
We just keep smiling like we won a Beemer
Well behaved, highly trained, Chihuahua that goes insane
The mangy brown one or the golden-haired mane
The executive, the artist, the homeless man
The bus driver, the banker, and the UPS man
The competitive show dog or the lab who farts
We immediately connect cuz they’ve stolen our hearts.