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Sunday, April 23, 2006

Ode to a Chihuahua


















Your ever-watering eyes descry
A sadness silent and profound:
Periscope nose from Fendi bag,
Paws that seldom touch the ground.
You shiver through the summer months
Though wrapped in hand-spun sweater pod.
You bark at dogs ten times your size
But you’re no Irish setter god.
My cat could eat you, not think twice,
A rat could beat you, as could mice.
You push repulsiveness so wide
You come to cute from the other side.

posted by MacGyver at 5:50 PM

3 Comments:

  • Neatly sums the aw/ugh response to small dogs. If you're waxing poetic, you should finally get around to reading Vikram Seth's The Golden Gate:

    Why, asks a friend, attempt tetrameter?
    Because it once was noble, yet
    Capers before the proud pentameter,
    Tyrant of English. I regret
    To see this marvelous swift meter
    Deamean its heritage, and peter
    Into mere Hudibrastic tricks,
    Unapostolic knacks and knicks.
    But why take all this quite so badly?
    I would not, had I world and time
    To wait for reason, rhythm, rhyme,
    To reassert themselves, but sadly,
    The time is not remote when I
    Will not be here to wait. That's why.

    By Anonymous McGruff, at 1:35 PM  

  • this sounds like a metaphor on your position regarding homosexuality.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 10:52 PM  

  • here is my ode to the chihuaha:
    big bulging eyes,
    short slender thighs.
    I was scared to meet you,
    for you look like your master beat you.
    O glorious chihuaha friend,
    thank you for becoming this taco in my hand.
    friend of the drunk and taco stand patron,
    for eating your delicious carne my belly will be achin'.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 11:42 PM  

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