Saturday, April 13, 2013

Playful Puppy

This poem should be
about a Puppy.
People love how
they roll and Jump.
But I'd rather write
about a Guppy.
Though no tail,
or ears or rump.

Gill was born of
his siblings first.
And always liked
to make a splash.
But soon his pride
was quickly burst,
when a puppy jumped on him
in a flash.


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