SORT OF A TRIBUTE...to Tampico

Once I fell deeply in love 

With a dog. 

His name was Tampico 

And He died

In fact 

He was murdered.

After his burial, 

I swore never to love 

Another brown-eyed dog.

The worst part is 

I partook 

In the very feast

That raised my suspicions...

Kebabs and drinks.

My heart 

Felt funny that night 

As I ate with my neighbors. 

But my tongue 

Was double sure 

It was tasting goat. 

Guess I can't trust 

That member

Those bloody neighbors!! 

They smiled 

In their heads 

And watched me 

Savor Tampico's meat. 

I knew then,

That I will never ever fall 

For another canine 

As long as I live, 

Unless of course 

I turn vegetarian 

Along the line.

You see 

Tampico was not just

Any gutter-dog. 

He had been pampered 

From birth...

How do you think

He got his name? 

And to be completely honest, 

He caused his own death.

He had no business 

Running off 

To do the neighbor's dog 

Without taking precautions...

Without watching his back. 

He never listened to me.

When it came to matters of the groin, 

Tampico would just not listen.

"Tampico bring the bitch home"

I kept telling him. 

But no, he ignored me. 

He was disrespectful, 

That dog! 

The white fluffy bitch next door 

Had completely stolen his heart 

and took his brains along with it! 

He would leave

For days on end

Stuck with her

One day he left
And never came back.

My stomach digested him well though.