I Married My Dog

This is a poem by Margaret Ross, translated to Chinese, and back again, by me…

Last Year, I married My dog

Everybody Came

And We Were Busy, Cooking, and Entertaining the Guests

I Look Very Plain, Yet Beautiful

My Dog Looks Great Too

My Dog and I Exchanged the Rings

Then, He’d Given Me Some Fresh Flowers

It’d Made Me Bashful, that My Face Turned Red

In the Evening, the Dog and I Went to Bed Together

Taking Off My Pajamas, We Fell into Dreams Together

In the Morning, I Rose First

Got Dressed, Snuck Downstairs

An Hour Later, My Husband Came Downstairs Too

I Said, “Good Morning”

He’d, Ignored Me, Just Kept at His Food on the Floor

I Was Depressed for a Short While

But, it Didn’t Bother Me Long

For I Got Married to the Cat Shortly Thereafter

And so, this, is how marriages worked, after the flash and the thrills of looking AMAZING in that wedding photo, and after that honeymoon, everything got returned, BACK to normal, and, you wake up one day, and realized, hey, who the HELL is that man/woman lying next to me?  And that, is EXACTLY what happened in the above tale, and, this woman’s marriage to her D-O-G only lasted for just a year, and that just shows how quickly people fall in and out of love, it’s as if, we’re all, playing H-O-U-S-E here!

and no, still NOT my photograph…