She has such soulful eyes and mild manners
the lady in long flowery dress is a guitar-playing vegetarian
sing songs about cuddly animals that live in harmony
in the deep forest where bears, foxes and hares
sit close together watching the sun go down.
She served lemon tea
and shyly gave me a glass of homemade liqueur
that tasted like wet pavement.
What? Coming out of a bar one night I fell flat on my face,
so I know what it tastes like.
Her poor little dog is fed soya bits
and is so hungry for meat that it tried to chew my legs
and when I stroked its head it bit my fingers
and wouldn’t let go when tasting blood.
When the lady went into the garden to pick flowers
to strew on our nest of love humming softly to herself,
I ran with the dog dangling from my fingers to the nearest butcher shop
and it wouldn’t let go before I had bought a pork chop.
The dog lives with me now,
and thinks that I’m a hero who rescued it
from the drudgery of a no meat diet.