Mitchell Geller

 

Puppy Love


The scotty's barking drove me nearly mad,
And so I had to feed her anti-freeze.
I don't regret it, nor do I feel bad.

It's hard to write a sonnet or ballade
While someone loudly yelps about her fleas-
The scotty's barking drove me nearly mad.

Although I'm no disciple of De Sade,
The bitch who owned the bitch ignored my pleas-
I don't regret it, nor do I feel bad.

In sneakered feet quite softly did I pad
To place the Prestone bowl between two trees -
The scotty's barking drove me nearly mad.

The small black corpse might make me feel a cad
Had "arfs" and "woofs" not brought me to my knees.
I don't regret it, nor do I feel bad.

My neighbor bought a cat! Scheherazade
Is white and fluffy, silent as a breeze.
The scotty's barking drove me nearly mad.
I don't regret it, nor do I feel bad.          

 

Some Literary Notes

 Swann Song

A Madeleine immersed in tea
Inevitably loosed
A tidal wave of memory
On neurasthenic Proust.

He wrote about those "temps perdu"
In chamber lined with cork.
By volume III my "deja vu"
Convinced me - he's a dork!


At Chawton Cottage                                                       

"We have a guest," Cassandra said,
And Jane, however vexed,
Would pour the tea and cut the bread
And cover up her text,
Still orchestrating in her head
What Emma would do next.