Friday, December 11, 2009

Poetry Friday

Washing The Dog

She dives in the river.
She swims in the lake.

She celebrates snow
from the very first flake.

She plunges through puddles
that lie in her path.

My puppy loves water
(except in a bath).

I tried with a washtub.
I sprayed with a hose.

But most of the water
went right up my nose.

And when we were done,
it was easy to see,
the only one getting a shower was me.

- Dave Crawley

1 comment:

  1. Have you ever thought about poetry and food?