Tongue In Cheek

Author’s note: I can’t help it. This is not going to touch anybody deeply. Occasionally, even as what I call a throwaway, you have to write little songs in the spirit of John Prine. A little sexist perhaps. But my wife knows that poetic license exists for such fabrications. And applying this little saying (which I picked up on while getting “Gatsby” groomed)  to the dog AND the wife, spurs the imagination. Two songs with some depth are now brewing. Oh, I made the sign too, didn’t buy it. I’m doing more painting than writing in this frigid weather, but “that voice” is returning. Peace unto you, A.S. 

WELL our hound on the porch he has it better than me.

Eating like a king and roaming round wild and free.

When he gets to yaking with our friends just as loud as he can be

I shake his snacks and whistle loud to get him back to me.

MORE WAG, LESS BARK

You see them joggers every day, heck we’re living in the park.

Stop chasing furry cats around and howling at the dark.

MORE WAG, LESS BARK.

My woman is a Goddess always done it right for me.

Yes She keeps the home fires burning and that’s got to be the key.

Occasionally she locks up and gets rigid as a tree

Starts gnawing on my edges just as mean as she can be.

MORE WAG, LESS BARK.

Baby please stop picking silly fights and making snide remarks.

I’ve known for years to ride your bite out, your teeth just ain’t that sharp.

MORE WAG, LESS BARK.

BRIDGE:

There’s a fine line between success and failure.

And bitter it don’t have to follow sweet.

And the noise that we make it usually passes.

We humans, just like canines, need a treat.

MORE WAG, LESS BARK.

Let’s bag the nag and have us a new start

Yeah, put your lips together and shake it with some heart.

MORE WAG, LESS BARK.

MORE WAG, LESS BARK

© 2-10-15 Andrew Spradling