My daughter sent me these pictures of Jack after telling me a terribly funny tale about her dog and her fiance.
DIRTY DOG
A Poem for Jerry
Dirty, dirty, dirty dog!
Didn’t heed your master—NO!
Thought you’d run into the bog.
Dirty, dirty, dirty dog!
Didn’t heed your master—NO!
Thought you’d run into the bog.
Dirty, dirty, dirty dog!
(I rant in my mad monologue.)
You frolicked where you shouldn’t go.
Dirty, dirty, dirty dog!
Didn’t heed your master—NO!
You frolicked where you shouldn’t go.
Dirty, dirty, dirty dog!
Didn’t heed your master—NO!
Here's another post about Jack. It includes several photos of Jack sans the mud: JACK: A Mask Poem
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6 comments:
Jack looks like he had a wonderful time!
Love the poems, too.
Rebecca,
Jack had a wonderful time--but his master didn't! He had to go into the muck and drag Jack out.
Oh, my GOSH! That is one dirty dog. And the poem that goes with this is PERFECT! (I think you could print that poem on a card with Jack's photo and make a ton of money.)
Thanks, Janet! After Sara told me the "whole" story about Jack at the park and sent me the pictures--I just had to write a poem. And the triolet seemed like a poetic form perfectly suited to the subject.
lol--Thank you for a fabulous Monday morning laugh!
Love it.
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