A Challenge from the Poets Pub…

Duelling Badgers

Stop horsing around
you’re beginning to bug me!

Horse – that’s big of you
but bug! So reductive!

You won’t weasel your way
back into my affections
by being
smart as a whippet

Now you’re
calling me a dog?
I’ll take that
I ain’t nothing but
a hound dog
crying for your love…

And you can stop
parroting Elvis.
You’ll have to do
more than that
To worm your way
back into my affections
this time
you pig
you pig-dog!

A worm is it?
You wound me
but I will hound you
nevertheless
a truffle-hound
rooting around
for your affections…

Well you can’t have them
I’ve squirreled them away
and anyway
you never savour them
you just wolf them down.

Still, I will
beetle around
until I ferret them out…

Now who’s
aping me with
mixed metaphors?

They’re not
yours to hog
my darling rabbit
or are you going to
keep haring
this way and that
because you know
I will catch you in the end…

Oh alright!
Just stop larking around
you silly goose

I’ll goose you
as much as you want
beloved

Better than a ferret
down the trousers
I suppose

You should be so lucky!

This is written in response to a challenge from the dVerse – the Poets Pub -posted by sarahsouthwest in Poetics.