When I see a good friend
on the street (other side)
I know enough not to
run there to say hi.
In between are those things
that are loud, fast, and smelly
and dangerous, too;
they could turn me to jelly.
I’ve ridden inside them myself
so I know
that they’re not really real;
they can just stop and go.
The humans believe
that they need ’em, I guess,
I don’t think they are worth it;
they leave a huge mess.
-Chocolate
I’m Pete Harbeson, a writer (among other things) located near Boston, Massachusetts. In addition to writing my own content, I’ve learned to translate for my loquacious and opinionated pup Chocolate Bossypaws. No surprise, she mostly speaks in doggerel. You can find her contributions tagged with Chocolatiana.
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