she had the last word

i managed to keep my distance
but saw my dog jump the fence
she disappeared with no time to spare
i looked everywhere
she wouldn't answer me no more
i searched the ceiling; i swept the floor
it was like a game of lost and found
but i wouldn't give up on that hound
maybe she chased an anxious deer?
well, i sat and drank a Coors beer
and thought of a ski trip to Colorado
hmmm, which way did she go?
is she still in the neighborhood?
i'd find her if i could
and finally, i saw her near some old tombstones
in a nearby cemetery filled with Masonic bones
she looked like she had rolled in fresh dirt
her mouth filled with a sugary dessert
it was an over-ripe peach from a local orchard
as usual, she had the last word.