LET SLEEPING DOGS LIE

"Let sleeping dogs lie", my brother would say,

A drunken bully - we fought every day.

He got his dog after drowning my cat,

How I wished the swine dead for doing that.

 

But its boastful master would often say

His dog would follow him and obey,

Too vain to think - too vain to see

The gentle dog grew fond of me.

 

The stink of drink fouled my brother's breath,

Its stench lodged in my mind like death.

In our father's eyes he could do no wrong

But he'd drunk himself to death before long.

 

Then one day things came to a head,

My brother was found dead in bed.

"Smothered while drunk by his own duvet"

The official police report would say.

 

But I'd found the dog in its resting place,

Sprawled right across my brother's face.

When I appeared it rose readily from its rest,

While breath barely lifted my brother's chest.

 

"We know what you did", do I hear you say?

"You replaced the dog with your brother's duvet".

In truth you're quite right, and here's my reply:

There's a time and place to let sleeping dogs lie.

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◄ LONESOME RAIL - a railroad song/lyric

RIGHT TURN by Richard Seymour ►

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Harry O'Neill

Sun 25th Sep 2016 14:58

M.C.
You can`t plead innocence now..I`ve already booked the holiday on the strength of the blackmail money!

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M.C. Newberry

Sat 24th Sep 2016 18:00

Cash for keeping mum about poetry? Now that's a
revolutionary (and in some cases not unwelcome) thought!
Nothing to do with my brother but originated from getting
in a tangle with my own duvet while putting off a move
out of bed. I enjoyed inventing something macabre out of it.

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Harry O'Neill

Fri 23rd Sep 2016 20:38

M.C.
If you don`t want this one passed on to the police just forward the weekly hush money to the address I will send to you in due course.

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raypool

Fri 23rd Sep 2016 16:50

I think this is rather inspired Mark. Fanciful or true it sticks to its guns and is a nicely turned poem . Dare I say it, if it were true there would be a real impact here !

Ray

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John Coopey

Thu 22nd Sep 2016 17:31

Whoa, MC! What you done!?

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