How I killed a poodle

I am not a Poodle

I can’t remember when you last hugged me with all your might,
I can’t remember when you last kissed me here on the right.
I can’t remember when you last sat beside me and held my hand tight,
I can’t remember when you last seduced me in the night.

I can remember you staying up late, until I’m asleep,
I can remember you rising early, to not be caught under the sheet,
I can remember you lying motionless, as I kissed you down your side,
I felling like a bus driver and you going along for just the ride.

I know you care for me by the way you do and act,
But “I am not a bloody poodle”, that’s a Fact!
I takes two to be lovers, or so I’ve always thought,
But by my calculations that leaves us .. just one short.

{ I know you dispense me sex just to maintain the “matrimonial bliss”
  But I would trade it any day for a warm and honest kiss.
  I don’t care who, when, where or why
  This emotion, love, I hope to experience at least once again before I die. }   (not said)

How I killed a Poodle

I was feeling really tense, angry, fired up and stressed,
I was feeling very blue and extremely depressed.
I said I had been to a Doctor some years ago, who I thought was a jerk,
He suggested anti-depressants after I told him that they didn’t work!
I saw a new physician, to prevent myself to do any harm,
I told him many years ago I had a medication that worked like a charm.
He told me that’s not for depression,
And perhaps I need a new session.
He suggested a specialist as I  was acting a little hazy,
Not me Doc, “Why, I am not  a crazy”.
I thought about what the Physician had said about my complaint.
I decided to see a therapist, for I know I am no saint.
I then realised that I was having lows that left me incredibly sad,
And gentle strange behaviour, but not enough to appear mad.

I told my wife “I am not a poodle” as it was read,
We lay motionless as we both wept in bed.
Simultaneously, we realised that we were sorry for our times of old
We embraced each other, the rest is probably best not told.
All the years we had wasted, on fighting battles so bane,
We both knew that things could not go on the same.

I started taking LTG to help improve my mood,
I even start eating again, some of my favourite food,
I doesn’t stop the high that is racing through my head
But I rather be that 19 year old that lurks inside, instead!