Running Dogs Of Moggy

 
another young woman
another young woman of an almost certain age
of an almost certain age trots with her dog
alone
alone with her doe-eyed dog
so alone with her aloof moggy
loftily waiting by the front door
doting for its spurned servant-served dinner..

another young woman
passes by a man of her past
past his use-by date
he all microwave slimmer dinner
while her puffed-up moggy
the scent of lavender-pissed-on litter
stares at the front door handle
the manipulative fluffy sack quite sinister
still lacks its three-course dinner
cos the damned dog needs to raise a toast
and power-jet a lamp post
and be the broken biscuit winner..