Poem Written at the Bar in The New Moon

It's with a nod
And a wink
The waitress asks
If I want my dressing
On the side
The problem
Of the moment
For a poet being
Once you have
Given yourself license
How do you real
Yourself back in

But with enough
Time and practice
A dog certainly
Grows old and
Continues to learn
At his or her own pace
Eventually coming to master
The most difficult of tricks