Ole Jester the Dog

Old Jester sits on our front deck staring
over the yard, past the fence and the road that lies
beyond. Noiselessly he yawns letting his tongue hang
out the corner of his mouth. His red pecker rears it's head
inciting a female bitch. I'ts all we can do to hold him back.

"God i wish i was him."

"Why? All he does is eat, sleep, shit and fuck."

"I know, that's why."