Penelope - Poem by Carmela Patterson
Out of control being blown with Autumn leaves
Penelope has abruptly lost her grip.
Shockingly she hollers: 'Yelp, Yelp me, please! '
'Save me from this unexpected trip! '
There she blows and there she goes
Spinning along with the mighty winds;
Her picture had been taken in this pose
As the mirthful photographer grins.
Penelope is safe now landing in a huge pile
Of reds, russets, and golden leaves, Autumn!
She bounced back up in usual doggie style
Landing on the hind haunches of her bottom.
© Mel Patterson,12-2011
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