Barking Up The Wrong Tree Poem by Phil Soar

Barking Up The Wrong Tree



They said I was barking up the wrong tree
I'm not a dog, so I can't see
Why the fuss over what I've said
Maybe they should go to bed
Sleep on it and wake refreshed
Stop the angst and getting depressed
My bark is not worse than my bite
And I never howl in the pale moon light

Tuesday, April 11, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense
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