Keeping with the poetry theme we had going yesterday, I’m proud to present the poem my Aunt (you may call her Auntie) wrote for my cousin Michelle, who’s lovable dog is named Rocket (right) and his dog friend is Gibson (left, naturally). Enjoy!
And all through the crowd
A murmur rose from soft to quite loud
The contestants were poised and ready at the starting line
Their wet noses were flaring
From their throats, a low growling whine
The owners in the stands
Were on their feet
Each thinking their dog was the one to beat
Gibson and Rocket were side by side
Both pleased with their positioning
Happy with their conditioning
At the starting gun,
Rocket, true to his name,
Took off with a shot, enjoying the fun
He was round the first curve in 10 seconds flat
He knew he was the leader of the race
So he settled into his smoothest pace
Around the second curve, he flew like the wind
His pink tongue a flag,
His black tail a wag.
He took the third curve, still way in the lead
The spectators had never seen a dog
With so much speed.
On the home stretch, no signs of tiring,
He kept on moving
All thrusters firing.
All of a sudden, he looked behind
He slowed to a stop,
Turned right around, something on his mind.
His eyes were intent
He knew what he had to do
So back to his friend he went.
The other dogs flew past,
Then Rocket and Gibson trotted side by side
Happy to be dead last.
Awwww. What a sweet poem about doggie friendship. They are both very adorable. Great job Auntie.
Awww-haw-haaaaawww, that is the cutest story EVAR! Those doggies are pretty darn cute too!
What a terrific poem!
I love this poem. I have it framed on my bedroom wall and it always touches my heart. Thanks Mom for such a special gift and thanks Craig for sharing it with everyone.
Great poem! I found it very touching. Your Auntie is very talented. Perhaps writing is in your blood.
What a talented family! Rocket and Gibson are so cute.
The two finishing together reminds me of a couple yellow labs I saw once in a park. Their owner would throw a frisbee and no matter which dog got there first, they would run back side by side, each holding part of the frisbee in their mouths. It was so sweet and funny.
I have to submit a poem for my poetry workshop tomorrow…. and Josh told me my most recent poem sucks and the sexual undertones are too hard to figure out…. maybe I should just send in this one!
I didn’t tell you it sucks! I told you I lurvvvved it! Durh!