Oh, dear, this enormous dog keeps barking at me. It’s quarter to four, and I’ll be late for my tea. With snarls then ruffs circles and puffs, we stare eye to eye this canine and I. Dog, you silly dog, STOP barking at me. Four o’clock is here, and I am late for my tea. Wags and paces Darting into safe spaces, Our contest is hurried as we both scurry. A dash here, a plea there hops and sidesteps we prance this strange dance amidst yowls and yips. The dog, sweet dog, purrs contentedly. At now quarter past four, we’re sharing crumpets and tea.
Such a fun poem and definitely reminded me of when I used to have a dog. I loved the words “Our contest is hurried/as we both scurry”. Also, a great use of verbs to illustrate what’s going on.
Thank you. That was a fun poem to write. It’s now June 1, 2022. Will you be joining the 2022 Poetry Marathon?