Doghouse
Well, he’s in the
doghouse and has no idea why,
It’s a familiar place
he won’t deny,
This is where she
said to go,
For what reason he
still doesn’t know,
Yet here he sits in
his newfound home,
Quietly sat just left
alone,
Came home from work
as he did all week,
To be told to him she
will not speak,
Not for weeks after
what he has done,
And just to enforce
it there will be no fun,
And still no clue why
he is sent right here,
The more time passes
the less he is clear,
While in the doghouse
he decides to just wait,
His life his time she
says contemplate.
To this place of now
comfort he has been sent,
Silently hearing her
shout and vent,
So often here now it
feels like his home,
No one to talk with here
on his own,
With a thousand jobs
flying about his head,
He forgot to do
something while she lay in bed,
But he did recall
that this drove him mad,
For he had given her
all that he had,
And while in this
doghouse he formed a plan,
Promised he would be
a better man,
As she waited for her
man from work to come home,
Intending to the
doghouse send him again on his own,
With the light now fading
and still no sign,
She wondered was this
by way of design,
No man came home at
the end of this week,
Now she must go and
him try to seek,
A phone call later
and directions were sent,
A new house built
where no one could vent,
No screaming nor
shouting in this his new place,
The name on the door
showed horror on her face,
Here is my home fit
for a man or a mouse,
Henceforth be known
as the peaceful doghouse.
