An Ode to T-Bone: A Dog’s Perspective

Ode to the T-Bone (from a Daydreaming Dog)

Oh, dear T-bone, my tender muse,

You haunt my thoughts, you light my fuse.

Your marbled grace, your savory scent—

A gift from heaven, steak heaven-sent.

I see you now, juicy and hot,

Do I snatch you or do I not?

My lady brought you home last night—

I sniffed, I drooled, with delight.

They say love’s blind, but I see clear:

You’re all I want, you’re all I cheer.

Forget the ball, forget the bed,

You’re mine, dear steak, nice and red.

So here I stand, in my quiet stance,

My nose is ready to have a chance

You’ll reappear, my dream come true—

Oh, yummy T-bone, I sure want you.

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