When the Dogs Bite

Monday, 29 December 2025

29th December 2025

jigsaw night

why is it always the last piece

that goes missing?

Cans't thou explain why thou art so lazy

when t'would be so easy to live life to the full

thy brain will dim and memory turn hazy

whilst all thy great potential turns to dull.

Thou makes some effort, surely, as I see

thee maketh diet'ry choices for the good

and taking exercise to make thy limbs free

though thy festive choices thicked up thy blood.

I beg thee, stop consumption of this good cheer

like sweet mince pies and sliced-up festive cake

and as the calendar flips to a new year

a better resolution shouldst thou make.

Though shouldst treat thy body as it were a temple

and dally as the virgin whores assemble

Sunday, 28 December 2025

28th December 2025

Boxing day fireworks

two Nigerian villages

destroyed by Trump

Why doth love be built upon enduring lies

like pyramids of glass and smoking mirrors

which shatter when truth be revealed, and dies

when cut thus into thy bloody slivers?

Cans't though not see that truth be better laid

as fertile soil for tender seeds to bloom

if permanence be truly what thou bade

and not deception in untruthful gloom?

Leave the lies to those who seek some power

in politics where rhetoric might deceive.

until with amassed fortune do they leave.

If thou doth still lament of thy departed youth

find peace, for there be naught as sexy as thy authentic truth

Saturday, 27 December 2025

27th December 2025

purchased antivirus

won't activate without subscription

calendar noted

born far too late for National Service laws

never did thou serve thy country with arms

nor enlist in civic duties or a charitable cause

to keep thy country's needy safe from harm.

So why, then, when thou hearest engine drone

dost thou automatic fear a bombing run

mayhaps a legacy of childhood home

when thy father's Air Force duty had been done.

For he would duck and shy away from sight

of aeroplane within the summer blue

and though he did his best to treat thee right

thou wert left with fear of bombs from aircraft too.

Or else thy mother bequeathed to thee alone

her fear of V1 rockets hitting home.

Friday, 26 December 2025

26th December 2025

quiet day

talking with the family

about death

Thou hast crawled though literal shit to save

the saddest dog abandoned for a week

and left chained up to starve in freezing grave

unknowing why its future seemed so bleak.

At least for now it has a home, and food

to aid this starving lad with jutting ribs

who weighs less then the bag of apples shewd

this poet eat for breakfast (and just did).

Alas this furry lad doth like cats not at all

for now it's new-found home be tempered true

with love the feline resident can call

its own in which to welcome someone new.

Whatever god looks down upon thy wondrous soul

May they give aid to help this pupper find its goal.

Thursday, 25 December 2025

25th December 2025

Big Dog

leaving his morning comments

white dog yellow

On Dan the Geezer's Daily Missive

A wise man once talked about momentum

and that it is not born of inspiration

nor yet of quite-the-best-intention

once a feature of the calmer nation.

Nay, for 'tis born of constant motion

of beginning something thou must needs do

five minutes' walk today to start a notion

to do at least as much tomorrow, too.

Thy daily writing practice doth not ride

on inspiration from an inward source

but instead upon momentum slide

where habit now becomes the driving force.

Ten thousand hours can bring perfection

an art to perpetuate attention.

Wednesday, 24 December 2025

24th December 2025

the new Trump class

of American Battleships.

all gilt and no guns

Personal Growth amid Discomfort

This TikTok app which thou doth value clear

hath opened up a portal to the dark

for while there still is hope to fend off fear

the comments listed fall below the mark.

But then there is a deeper meaning seen

amongst the thoughts of many hateful trolls

which echo to the man thou could have been

had thou not embraced thy love of fragile dolls.

The growth of thy humanity is hung

on that which thou forgives the vilest dick

who might, when more experience is rung,

realise their thoughts expressed were thick.

If thou canst make a single person smile

then deem the time spent filming as worthwhile.

Tuesday, 23 December 2025

23rd December 2025

French lessons

and no, not a euphemism

this time

“Queers are Worse than Rapists”

A minor story on thy BBC

tucked in below 'the hottest summer date,'

a warning 'gainst the four day working week

and William's toothy royal card portrait.

Chris Rea's sad demise at seventy-four;

some AI written slop to cause more fear;

the likely lack of snow upon thy door;

false prosecutions cost the UK dear.

Ah! There it lie, tucked up into a corner,

a husband and five mates are charged with rape;

four dozen sex offences on his former

wife o'er thirteen years Philip Young made.

But bigger still, and splashed above the headline,

a drag queen that was 'photographed by Epstein'.