Big Black Dog Poem by S Holland
Big Black Dog
My dog is just too big for me.
He runs and never walks.
When it's his time to picture take,
He never, ever balks.
For that's the only time that he
Will patiently be still.
He thinks he has a pretty mug.
He'll then stand still at will.
But let me put my jacket on,
And let me get my leash.
He then begins to jump about,
And out the door goes peace.
For walk along so leisurely
I simply cannot do.
My big black dog will jerk and pull,
And run, and run anew.
@Khairul Ahsan Thank you. I like including a little history, and reading others. It helps us all get to know each other and understand the verses better too.
but you can have one as well, lovely creatures! enjoyed this poem.
@Pradip Chattopadhyay Yes, but I never will. It's like taking care of a child who will never be able to care for himself, lol. Thanks for reading.
I've decided to make my responses from now on, at the poet's page at one of his/her poems.
Thanks for introducing me to your dog. I feel that I know him a bit I just from reading your poem. that is the hallmark of good poetry.
Sometimes we wonder if the dog is walking the owner the way that they are pulled along. Takes a lot of energy to walk the dog. A real good exercise it is. A delightful write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A nice story. The note is nice too.