Poet's Korner

And just what do you think you're doing? Pouring
hot coffee on that poor dog's head?
Listen, I'm no prude
But there are some lines you just don't
cross.
That canine did nothing to you, sir.
It looks to be weeping tears of coffee and cream now.
In a buddy-movie-type-of-context, perhaps this would strike me as
funny.
But now, in the cold harsh light of reality,
I find nothing to laugh at.
So stop it at once.
I had thought we could be friends, but now you make me wonder.
-Nathan Rhombus