Lawrence Hall
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A Certain Ancestor
Yes, sir,
When God made him
God broke the mold
Angrily
Thursday, November 5, 2026
Pappy, Put Your Pants On - doggerel
Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
An Appeal to Old
Men Who Wear Knee-Shortsies in Public
From one old man to another
Oh, yeah; the chicks will dig your hairy cankles
Your desperate desire for youth and cool
Your wrinkly stick legs from your thighs to your ankles
Please
Pappy, put your pants on you look a right fool
Sunday, November 1, 2026
Don't Bring Your Humans When Your Visit - more DOGgerel
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim’s Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Don’t Bring Your Humans When You Visit
Really. Don’t bring your humans when you visit
Yes, I love humans, and I know that your humans are special
But when they burble “pupsies,” “cutest-wutest,” and “most-preciousist”
I want to rip their lungs out and devour them
(says a chihuahua)
A dog would never say “kissie-wissie num-num”
And not be driven forever from the pack
And as for babbling “wouldn’t hurt a fly”
Just how incredibly stupid is that!
And a dog would never, ever **** on the floor
Except when thoughtless humans don’t open the door
Dogs don’t lock humans in cages to die
Of starvation and loneliness and thirst
And dogs don’t drag their humans into other humans’ dens
Without any preparation, and turn them loose
Uninvited, unwanted, frightened and confused
To make a chaos of other humans’ daily routines
When humans force dogs into an unfamiliar cave
It’s not the dogs who should learn to behave!
Saturday, October 31, 2026
She's a Dear Old Thing - poem, Southern Gothic
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life,
Literature and Love
She’s a Dear Old Thing
She’s a
dear old thing
A widow-woman,
aged, gentle, and frail
She bats
her china-doll blue eyes in helplessness
And
others, in pity, see to her needs
Her subtle
whispers slice a marriage apart
She’s a
dear old thing
The
sympathetic mechanic tends her car for nothing
The minister’s
family has her over for dinner
The
neighbor mows her lawn at least once a week
Her
subtle whispers get a young man fired
She’s a
dear old thing
The local
physician is easy on her bill
The
highway patrol lets her off with a caution
Friends drive
her to her Sunday school class
Her
subtle whispers send a young woman to suicide
She’s a
dear old thing
Beware,
beware the subtle serpent’s sting
The taut
rope’s swing, the pale night-walker’s cling
And her, because
She’s a dear old
thing
Don't Bring Your Dogs When You Visit - DOGgerel?
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim’s Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Don’t Bring Your Dogs When You Visit
V: Really. Don’t bring your dogs when you visit
Yes, I love dogs, and I know that your dogs are special -
R: My pupsies are the cutest-wutest-most-preciousist
Doggies in the whole while world give mummy
A kissie-wissie num-num – oh, did Sissy growl at you?
She never growls at anyone she wouldn’t hurt a fly
You must have done something to provoke her
Could the dogs play in your back yard; they love cats
I hope you don’t mind that we didn’t call beforehand
We just happened to be in the neighborhood and the dogs
Needed a break after their long trip and oh!
Prissie left you a present; isn’t she just the sweetest!
Oh, sorry about that broken vase; you know
We keep our house doggie-proof; your furniture
Just isn’t steady I could find you a new vase
At the dollar store – your grandmother’s? Really?
I wouldn’t worry about the cats; they’ll come back
I think they enjoy being chased; it’s a game to them
Sissie’s sneezing; I think it’s your musty house
Dogs have delicate noses, you know
Oh, how cute – Prissie has just caught a cat!
Don’t you like dogs? I just don’t understand that
Wednesday, October 28, 2026
A Haunting in the Persian Gulf - short poem
Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
A Haunting in the
Persian Gulf
V: We need to withdraw from Indo-China
R: We did; that was over fifty years ago
V: Yes, but we need to get out of Indo-China
R: I don’t get your point
(The 19th
century spelling of Indo-China
is on purpose – to the
point, one might say.)
Monday, October 26, 2026
I Think Somehow I Can Live With That - an unintentionally spooky poem
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
I Think Somehow I Can Live with That
An oak tree as La Belle Dame Sans Merci?
I had an errand upon the ground, and sat
When I was finished I considered tired leaves
On skeletal branches reaching for – me?
I thought somehow I could live with that
And roots extending for water and food
Like tentacles reaching out to me
Probably in hunger, but maybe in love
I thought somehow I could live with that
Getting down to the ground is easy enough
Getting up is getting more difficult with age
And someday I will not be getting off the ground
at all
I think somehow I can live with that
For years ago I planted this tree in this ground
Maybe I will rest under it awhile
I think somehow I can live with that
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