….
The puppy of Hooville pees where he must!
While two Robins fight for the very same bush.
A man walks his Bulldog, he’s taking it home;
Where there, the dog buries a well hidden bone.

A lady of genteel lives all alone,
She Lives off a trust, a family capstone.
She hires the young lad to work in her yard,
Compared to this woman, his life is quite hard.

He’s born of a tryst, the lady insists;
One lad of a brood of a family in need.
She pays him to cut grass, to garden and weed;
But most of her wealth, she’ll not accede.

Meanwhile, the man with the dog she ignores;
She pays no attention to Robins’ accord –
Nor the bush, what they fought for,
Where the puppy had peed.

Moreover the mind of the man’s in a fog,
Coursing with windmills, his mind’s monologue.
The Robbins are rocking now, bobbing along,
When they quit all their fighting, they’ll break out a song.

And the puppy of Hooville moves to the bush
Where Robbins were fighting, cause puppies they must!

And just down the corner, up from the street,
The Crocus are coming, arising to greet
A brand new Spring morning, where Poppies compete.

A Poet Laureate lives in this house;
He lives all alone, retired, no spouse.
He only comes out but only on rare occasions,
And goes out to someplace to make his orations.

His neighbors are known as unknown, as well.
I could say more, for sure; but why tell?
The city condones their living alone:
Where houses are castles, to each other’s own home.

On the corner, a house is now up for sale;
This one’s much smaller, comparison pales.
A man of the cloth has moved far away
And must meet costs of his son’s school to pay.

What will his son do, for occupation,
At end of expending for this education?
It depends by degrees on the levels that Pleased;
But never at cost to lost adulation.

and Birds chip in trees, aligning the timber;
Sidewalks inset up next to the houses.
now, Without looking back, just try to remember:
How many, if any, have the laureate spouses?
….

©2015, Marvin Welborn
9 February 2015. Revised 17 May 2016.