POEM FROM TONY MORRIS ARCHIVE
TEC TONIC
I was proceeding
Down a back alley
In pursuit
When my bloodhound
Picked up a lead.
I took it off him.
Unfortunately it was connected
And I was shocked
And dropped the case,
Briefly.
As it fell
My bloodhound
Took it up again
And became instant
Hot dog.
Following my well connected,
Well bred
Sausage dog
I continued my quest
And found the light
At the end of the tunnel
Only to be railroaded
As it transpired
That my canine companion
Was a sleeper
With fish tails at either end.
Now, as everyone knows,
You cannot trust fish tales
As they tend to grow
To the point of absurdity
And I realised I’d been caught
Hook, line and sinker
Baited with a dog end
In a blind alley
Proceeding up which
I had been
In pursuit
Of my own
Fishy tale
Led by
A shaggy dog.
©TONY MORRIS 28 October 1993
