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How Dog Bones Save My Internet Addiction
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How Dog Bones Save My Internet Addiction |
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Accordionmaid Member
since 2001-10-28
Posts 153MA/USA |
Over my shoulder I throw a dog bone Whoever's behind me Shall leave me alone All 'round my computer The doggy bones fly Gaping mouth catches one; There goes an eye... I've heard them talking! They think I obsess, Spend too long online; uh-oh -- Here come the The Press! They want a good story? For, "Freak Of The Day?" The one throwing dog bones Has nothing to say... Turns out that's no problem. The press turns and runs, Dog bones hit microphones, Sounding like guns! All run for cover! Ah -- There's "Alibi," My faithful companion (Works harder than I). My dog wrecks the floors, Leaves the dishes undone; The laundry's a pile he just Sleeps on -- what fun! And, days when I have to throw Dog bones (his pay), I know he's content. He'll keep out of my way... ~~~~~ ~~~~~ This was originally written in response to a writers' challenge at a former site, which was to write about how we were "not addicted" to that site. Then, this poem evolved a bit into what it is, now. For the record -- I have two dogs, neither one of them named "Alibi." And, I often would rather not be at my computer but sit there anyway and type away, since the sound of the clicking keys seems to settle down my dogs when they're acting crazy! |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
Good one...cracked me up. You may want to move this to open #17, though. Gotta run, can't let my dog see this, he'd love the flying bones. |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
This was a good read!!!! |
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