Another #poetrytogo commission:
What good is a dog
Who won't pay heed,
Who tangles herself
When you put on her lead?
What good is a dog
Who can't see cars,
Who eats LEGO bricks
Like a creature from Mars?
What good is a dog
Who thinks she's a train,
Who pulls at you, chuffing,
And leaps in the rain?
What good is a dog
Who slips and slides,
Who slithers while
Other dogs give their folks pride?
You know what - those other dogs
May be quite nice,
Smart, and well-behaved,
But they just won't suffice.
See, the good of this dog
Is the strength of her heart,
And the way that you miss her
Whenever you part.
For the love of this dog
Will be there to the end,
In this bouncing, brown, barking-mad,
Wonderful friend.
If you'd told me that I'd write a rhyming poem about a dog and enjoy it immensely, I'd've laughed at you. And I would have been very wrong.
(H)elix.jpg "Text coiled in the shape of a cartoon snail in profile. Text starts in the centre of the shell: \"You wind me up, tell me that, without you, I’m just a pest, inconsequential, homeless, slow, and sickly. I’d better crawl if I want you back.\" (This text is now on the back of the shell - clever, huh?) \"But I see further than you think, know how to hold my head up.\" (that last bit of text covers the head and eye stalk) \"And have more support than you’ll ever know.\" (Text has reached the ground and the rest now forms the belly of the snail.) \"Oh, baby. This is my glow-up...!\"")
