Is this a dog treat which I see before me,
Thus dangled before my nose? Come, let me crunch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Thou art not, fatal vision, sensible
For the volume of my waist… Mayhap thou art
A dog treat of the mind, a false temptation,
Designed to tease a dog of little brain?
I see thee yet, in form as crunchable
As that which last I ate.
Thou temptest me into the kitchen cupboard;
And such as was inside, I had to chew.
Mine eyes grow wide when fed by canine senses,
And thou worth all the rest; I see thee still,
And from her hand I bite delicious food,
Where once it was before, there’s no such thing…
With profound apologies to Shakespeare.
Even though she’s done this scene before, with a tennis ball.
It was the face…