{"id":97873,"date":"2021-06-26T21:19:18","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T01:19:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=97873"},"modified":"2021-06-26T21:19:18","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T01:19:18","slug":"cranky-pants","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/cranky-pants\/","title":{"rendered":"Cranky Pants"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Cranky Pants<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s what we call you, Snickers<br \/>\nwhen your lips twitch with impatience<br \/>\nat the two puppies that hover over you,<br \/>\nthem giving kisses and invitations to play<br \/>\nwhen you have zero interest in them.<\/p>\n<p>Cranky Pants, we know you\u2019re old<br \/>\nand tired, but these two need guidance<br \/>\nfrom a good boy like you. But still,<br \/>\nyou snarl, bark, even nip at them<br \/>\nto get lost, leave you sleep.<\/p>\n<p>They don\u2019t understand your reticence,<br \/>\nrace you to your food bowl and win,<br \/>\neasy enough as you take life slow and<br \/>\nlanguid; there was no need to rush<br \/>\nbefore these naughty boys got here.<\/p>\n<p>You\u2019ll be 13 in July, same day as me,<br \/>\nand I get it, Snickers; we share a disposition<br \/>\nfor impatience, a desire to savor every morsel<br \/>\ngifted without constant frolicking, or singing<br \/>\na song of glee all hours. But, in all fairness,<br \/>\nI understand their jubilation of a new day,<br \/>\ntheir celebration of play and exploring,<br \/>\ntheir need for your love overriding<br \/>\na common sense they don\u2019t have.<br \/>\nTheir smooth tongues on my face,<br \/>\ntheir metronome tails wagging, lips<br \/>\ncurled in smiles bring me joy.<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps in time, you will accept them<br \/>\nas siblings, teach them the ropes you<br \/>\nhad a tough learning from older siblings,<br \/>\nhelp them ease out of puppyhood into<br \/>\nthe kingdom of dogdom. But until then,<br \/>\nSnickers, we will continue to call you<br \/>\nCranky Pants.<\/p>\n<p>~ J R Turek<br \/>\nJune 26, 2021 Hour 12<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Cranky Pants It\u2019s what we call you, Snickers when your lips twitch with impatience at the two puppies that hover over you, them giving kisses and invitations to play when you have zero interest in them. Cranky Pants, we know you\u2019re old and tired, but&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1325,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-97873","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/97873","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\/1325"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=97873"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/97873\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":97883,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/97873\/revisions\/97883"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=97873"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=97873"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=97873"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}