{"id":129183,"date":"2023-09-02T12:08:04","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T16:08:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=129183"},"modified":"2023-09-02T12:08:04","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T16:08:04","slug":"bow-wow-this","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/bow-wow-this\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;Bow Wow This!&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Belvedere, my partially mechanical dog is my honey bun. Hate him! Oh, but I need him (Sacre bleu. I forget he can read.) Anyway, I never wear &#8220;Daisy Dukes&#8221;. You know those short, short, too short shorts he would love to see me in.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m too sexy as it is, so why torture the masses any more than necessary? Anyone getting close would realize that my pores are always moist, never sticky, have a wavy feel and smell like vanilla a flavor my ear finds gritty and in fact sound like pepples under my work boots to my nose.<\/p>\n<p>Now my ear is hungry. I will shop for food tomorrow since Belvedere still hasn&#8217;t learned how to use the toilet but can shop like a haunted Baskerville!<\/p>\n<p>My ears love the taste of artichokes. The grappling, ripping of leaves, the greenness, ah the snipping of the tips, just luscious! Belvedere loves the tips!<\/p>\n<p>I studied physics which contradicts all my cartoon physics, as i was explaining to Belvedere while we were watching television together. How could that be? We all know that if I fall from a height, I would fly and my short shorts (Yes, I wear them) would balloon open and air out spaces(ahem) and lift me to the stars. I just have to keep reminding him to stop &#8220;thanging&#8221; me! Belvedere knows how to mix his own drinks! . I&#8217;m tired of Belvedere &#8216;s nickname for me too, &#8220;HH&#8221;. He explains means Hey Human. Some nerve!<\/p>\n<p>Well, guess what? HH (moi) bought pliers with silencers.I used them when I crept up on drunk Belvedere. Now i can eat my honey buns, in my long pants. My ears are drooling. DMW<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Belvedere, my partially mechanical dog is my honey bun. Hate him! Oh, but I need him (Sacre bleu. I forget he can read.) Anyway, I never wear &#8220;Daisy Dukes&#8221;. You know those short, short, too short shorts he would love to see me in. I&#8217;m&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5306,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,2114],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-129183","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-announcement"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129183","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5306"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=129183"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129183\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":129645,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129183\/revisions\/129645"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=129183"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=129183"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=129183"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}