S’PRIZE ...S’PRIZE....Here t’is 3 o’clock in the A.M. ‘n I find m’self awake ‘n staring at the face of the ‘puter....I was asleep ‘n if it wudn’t what ya might call a ‘sound’ sleep, it was still a pleasant enuff sleep ‘n I was dreaming....what it was that I was dreaming, I don’t recall but it seems as tho’ it might’a been pleasant....
Rusty, the Poodle-Dogger, wasn’t asleep... he was wakeful....not only was he wakeful, he wanted me t’be wakeful....of course, I wanted t’be helpful as I’m most generally anxious t’please one of my faithful companions so I arose from my bed ‘n took the darned aforementioned faithful companion outside for a look at the moon...
‘n then, back to bed where I almost immediately began to doze off...at which time, the Poodle-Dogger began to fret ‘n complain ‘n when I failed to respond quickly enuff to satisfy that durn P-Dogger ego of his, he woke up Millyrose who then, in turn, got up to show him the moon...but it simply weren’t enuff...nosirreebob...he wanted me to get up again but I was determined to go back to sleep so I refused to budge...so, he woke up Willie ‘n evidently asked him to wake me which Willie did by attempting to walk the length of me...so I got out’a bed again ‘n took both of ‘em outside to look at the moon again (it was still in the same place, at least from my perspective) ‘n then back to bed....at least for Millyrose, Rusty P-Dogger ‘n Willie....
Me....well, that’s why I’m sitting here in front of this ‘puter spewing this nonsensical prose for all those insomniac ponderers whoever they might be that are able to sleep thru the night without pity for those of us that are fool enuff t’be owned by old dogs....
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