Kibbles
written by: Grant Guy
I was talking to my dog last week
I was telling I believed my literary career has come to an end
I told him he would have a better chance to get published then me
He said to me
That’s not true
Do you want to make a bet
I said
100 Kibbles
It answered
The next Monday we submitted our poems
My dog wrote
Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark
Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark
Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark
Bark Bark Bark Bark
Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark
Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark
Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark
Bark Bark Bark Bark
Bark
I wrote
Whitman wrote a short poem from three
Unrelated snippets of unfinished poems
So why the hell can’t I
Creeping To War
Just Because,
Creeping to war is easier
Than creeping out of love
Just because Mount Everest is there does not mean
You have to creep to war
Three weeks later we got our responses
His poem will be published in October
In print even
I received
Thank you for sending us “Creeping”. We appreciate the chance to read your work. Unfortunately, the pieces are not for us. Thanks again. Best of luck with this.
Pay up
I said
He said
Eat my Kibbles
And he dumped on the carpet
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