Down behind the dustbin,
I met a dog called Lizzie.
I asked what she was doing,
'**** off, I'm far too busy.'
Down behind the dustbin,
I met a dog called Tom.
I said, 'What are you making there? '
He said, 'It's my new bomb.'
Down behind the dustbin,
I met a wolf called Jack.
I asked who he was phoning,
He said, 'It's just the pack.'
Down behind the dustbin,
I met a dog called Matt.
I asked what he was eating,
He said, 'It's just the cat.'
Your brilliance was announced when and before' this composition. Congratulations. You are gifted.
I really enjoyed this. Glad you saved it. A dog actually ate most of my childhood poems, just before he got himself run over. (smile)
Here's the title of yours I liked best. What a promising poem for someone 11. Thanks for your comment. I just now joined this site. Your other poems are stirring. My fave poets are W S Merwin, Yeats, Keats (of course) , and Frank O'Hara to give you 4. Nice bio too- I need to work on that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is some good stuff. I liked it. Thanks for posting