It was a cool tin roof,
and you chided me about
letting Josh sleep out
there until early one
morning he woke me up
barking. I looked out the
window, saw some
hooligans lighting a car
on fire, and called the fire
department. Josh was the
hero, and after that you
told people you thought it
was cute that he knew
how to climb out onto the
roof to stay cool on hot
summer nights. You
could have at least
acknowledged your
mistake in chiding me
instead of giving me that
sneer and cute little Elvis
hip-shake when I called
you on it.
Michael Philips
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-be-cruel/
