Written for the 1/1/14 poetry prompt at Poetic Asides: write a “weird” poem.
Our beautiful, black Labrador
is full of neuroses galore.
The dishwasher scares him,
the vacuum impairs him,
the doorbell nails him to the floor.
His bravery instantly sags
when he’s faced with brown paper bags.
And a plain cardboard box
sends his heart into shocks,
with whimpers replacing his wags.
I can’t say his presence is feared,
which could be from how he was reared.
We love him to pieces
but he seldom ceases
to prove he’s incredibly weird.
© Susan Schoeffield