 |
Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+ |
Custom Search
|
|
|
||||
| Welcome ! | Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link | 29-May 16:01:57 AEST | ||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
Array
(
[sid] => 140058
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => She Paid Me Back…
[time] => 2008-01-27 18:14:55
[hometext] => (If you want a committed man, look in an Institution!) Wrote this about my meeting my ex...we were married 17 yrs.
[bodytext] => “Now, who in the hell can that be?” I look at the clock when the pounding begins. I know it is early as a glance toward the window reveals it is still dark out. But 5:30 a.m.? There it is again, just as insistent. Reluctantly, I get out of the recliner and plod sock-footed to the door and sweep it wide open. “Get your dog!” she demands. I recognize her, the tall girl that I have just recently met from the apartment across the hall. She’s just as pretty as that first meeting only now, she’s looking quite stern. “My dog? He’s here somewhere, I think.” “No, he’s not. Now get him in so I can get to work.” I give my place the 50-cent search without budging from the door and surmise that my dopey Doberman has pulled another Houdini and escaped. I wonder how he ever learned to open the back door and not let it slam. “Okay,” I agree and excuse myself past her to the steps outside. “BARON…Kommen Sie!” I yell I thought it fitting to train Baron in German as his breed supposedly emanated from where I was born. I got him as a pup eight months ago. Even though his mother and siblings were there with him, he was off by himself just sitting and watching in the kennel area when I visited the pound. I felt an immediate kindred-ness when I saw him. Another bellow and his not-quite-all black 130-pound furry hulk materializes from behind a parked car. Almost immediately, he begins his belly-to-the-ground crouch. It is something he does when he knows he is in trouble. He is a strange dog. I turn to the long-haired Brunette now standing on the steps beside me and tell her that all she has to do is yell at Baron and he will sulk away. Especially if he thinks that you don’t want to play. He’s all size and nothing else, I add. “Well, I didn’t want to play and he bit me,” she replies. “What?!? “ He bit you?” I ‘m completely shocked. He had never bitten anyone before, not even when I had picked him up by his nape to stop him from digging in the trash. A vicious animal is one thing that I won’t tolerate. “Are you sure? Because he never bites,” I tell her. “He likes to play tag and will grab the back of your pants or skirt, in your case, just to get your attention.” He and I played this game when he was still little. He would come up and with his front teeth try to grab hold of my pant leg and then jump back waiting for a response. I imagine to myself that is what must have happened. She just thought he bit her. “Where’d he bite you? Let’s have a look,” I add, “to make sure that he didn’t’ break the skin.” I’m promptly informed that I don’t need to see where he bit her and that she was leaving for work. I’m concerned so I ask again to see where my dog has bitten her. “Just in case,” I add, still not wanting to believe that Baron bit her. With this last request, she spins around and, with a flash in her eyes, that I’m not sure is anger or mirth, stands at the bottom of the steps and glares up at me. “He bit me on my butt and you don’t need to see!” Since I don’t know how to respond without sounding like an idiot or a lecher or both, I just laugh. I jokingly think to myself that maybe I do need to see, but I refrain from disclosing that little tidbit. I manage to tell her that as soon as she can, she needs to check and make sure that there isn’t any broken skin and if she needs to go to the doctor, that I will certainly pay for it. I can’t help myself and volunteer that I would be willing to play doctor. She shoots back over her shoulder that she will have to think about that. That was the beginning of the end for me. Later that day I ask how she is feeling. She informs me that all is well and some folds in her clothes must have just pinched her when my dog grabbed her skirt. I’m immediately relieved for a number of reasons, the least of which is the expense of medical bills. She senses my relief and proceeds to renew my agony by telling me that she may still have to be checked by a professional “Just to be sure.” With the tiniest of grins, she adds that she is still deciding “by which professional’. “ “Well, you better hurry.” I instruct her. “All offers come with expiration dates.” I must have been suffering the after-effects of some unknown narcotic or other poison because I usually am not so forward when I talk with women. I think she played my awkwardness against me because we started dating right after that fateful day. Despite her becoming best friends with my 130 pounds of “Stupidity Covered in Hair,” she never let me forget that day and what “I” did to her. To make matters worse, she eventually paid me back. In Spades! She married me. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 342 [topic] => 51 [informant] => reprobate [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Event )
|
Menu
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©
Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster
All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com
All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.
Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com