Yesterday I saw you in all your glory:
A frayed yellow towel around your midriff
As you sped after my snarling dog
(He was chasing your kitty, after all).
And I, calling feebly for my supposed best friend,
Praying that your Darling was faster than he,
Stopped in fascinated horror as you,
In your royal saffron,
Swung that lethal broom at my Boy.
And he yelped and stuck his tail between his legs
So you scooped up your spitting Darling
While I groped for a handhold within Boy’s blubber.
And I marveled admiringly at your blatant disregard
For any code of conduct
Or decency;
And your disdainful nose
Turning up prettily
At the mulletman whistling at you
Through his gapped teeth.
A muttered apology was all I could muster
After your brief (but majestic) speech
About ‘keeping that terror on a leash’ -
Because what good would it do to argue that
Boy just plain wouldn’t wear one?
As you turned haughtily to return to your bubble bath,
Down came the yellow towel
And I averted my eyes like any good man,
Risking a glance only when I could be sure
Of your coverage.
And I watched you go,
Stared at the growing red on your graceful neck
Until I realized how like the mulletman I must look –
Leering after you –
Despite my wholesome intentions.
So Boy and I turned too,
Both sending backward glances
At you with your Darling clutched in your arms
The corner of the yellow fluttering with each step.
At home in the kitchen
I dried Boy off with a yellow towel
And thought of you.
The beginning of the second stanza felt a little bit long to me, but it fit in okay with the poem as a whole. All in all I'm not sure why I like this as much as I do, but the important thing is that I do 
