Friday Happy Hour Poem (and, a True Story)

The latest in a long tradition of parodies of the poem “This Is Just to Say,” by William Carlos Williams. This one, written by my dog—and most journalistic. —DM

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This Is Just to Say, by Eddie

I have eaten

the chicken shawarma (I think it was)

that was on

the picnic blanket

and which

my owner subsequently made me understand you were surely

eating

for dinner with your very young daughter, when I ran over from playing with the other dogs in the middle of Smith Park because I smelled something good, and ransacked before you and the little girl knew what hit you.

Forgive me

it was delicious

so moist

and so savory