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The Old Love Dodger
by Philip F De Pinto
The old love dodger sits
On his rocker stroking his memoir
Turning a page here and there
And ignoring the fair cat and the war that sits on his lap
The one he didn't wage and wouldn't be caught dead in
While the cat at his feet looks up at the dodger
And thinks but for a slight turn of events
She could have been the one sitting on his lap
Being stroked and not his memoir
Glad in a cattish sort of way that he dodged the draft
Of some would be lover and the war she waged so many moons ago
He would otherwise be dead for all a cat knows
And not sitting on his rocker stroking his memoir
Turning a page here and there
In which several chapters
Are devoted to a fair cat
And as every feline knows having a draft dodger
In the family is better than having her
Declared dead from hunger
For who would feed the cat the cat reasons
While the war hero was away amassing love medallions
Or buried long in a grave expired of his wounds
11/01/2014 Posted on 11/01/2014
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 11/02/14 at 05:48 AM Now that's a poem I can make sense of! Thank you! |
| Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 11/07/14 at 09:32 AM That is one very introspective cat. Most times I think it's better to be the dodger, but occasionally I wonder... but I don't wonder for very long. Fine work, Philip; this piece reminds me of me, but in a good way. Excellent work. |
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