Oh
the expression of distraught incredulity
on the dog’s face as
a tantalizing utensil travels above his head
on the way to the sink,
instead of to his dish.
poem-caught July 2, 2014
The “Isle of Capri” scent
wafting from the Lampe Berger
was supposed to ensure
you
didn’t
walk up the stairs and ask,
“What’d you burn?”
Perhaps I’ve used this strategy
once too often?
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.
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I am vaguely amused that the photo on the Lampe Berger homepage shows the exact lampe that I was using… (cough)
