Homework w/e 10/12 'Who Let the Dogs Out?'
Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 8:11 am
I know I'm a bit late, but who had time to think before Christmas??? Certainly, not me. Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas, filled with love, joy and peace. JM
‘Who Let the Dogs Out?’
‘Who let the dogs out?’ I shouted once in dismay.
I’d put them in their pen; they’d had their morning play.
Now they’re hunting, with my chickens in their sight.
I’ll catch the little scoundrels and some faults they’ll right.
‘Who let the dogs out?’ I bellowed loudly again,
as I rushed to get the chickens back in the pen.
I’m not used to running and, almost out of breath,
I was so convinced I was facing certain death.
I’d run ‘round the yard and got chickens safely penned
I knew two grandkids with some actions to defend.
The dogs were all covered in mud from head to toe,
the same as the chickens, no longer white as snow.
I cleaned and hosed the chickens as best as I could
then bathed the dogs until they looked the way they should.
I first checked the coop to confirm it was secure
then latched the dog pen testing the lock to be sure.
I sat on a tree stump to fill my lungs with air
then glanced towards the dog pen and to my despair
the culprit was smiling. I watched through tired eyes,
as she unlatched the gate, which took me by surprise.
Who let the dogs out? I was shocked to discover
it wasn’t the grandkids, not one or the other.
My innocent looking dog had unlatched the gate,
as I sat in silence, contemplating her fate.
I pondered awhile on what her future would be.
Perhaps another farm would be her destiny.
But, I couldn’t discard her, nor could I despise
especially when she looks with those big doleful eyes.
© Jakki May #231
21.12.12
‘Who Let the Dogs Out?’
‘Who let the dogs out?’ I shouted once in dismay.
I’d put them in their pen; they’d had their morning play.
Now they’re hunting, with my chickens in their sight.
I’ll catch the little scoundrels and some faults they’ll right.
‘Who let the dogs out?’ I bellowed loudly again,
as I rushed to get the chickens back in the pen.
I’m not used to running and, almost out of breath,
I was so convinced I was facing certain death.
I’d run ‘round the yard and got chickens safely penned
I knew two grandkids with some actions to defend.
The dogs were all covered in mud from head to toe,
the same as the chickens, no longer white as snow.
I cleaned and hosed the chickens as best as I could
then bathed the dogs until they looked the way they should.
I first checked the coop to confirm it was secure
then latched the dog pen testing the lock to be sure.
I sat on a tree stump to fill my lungs with air
then glanced towards the dog pen and to my despair
the culprit was smiling. I watched through tired eyes,
as she unlatched the gate, which took me by surprise.
Who let the dogs out? I was shocked to discover
it wasn’t the grandkids, not one or the other.
My innocent looking dog had unlatched the gate,
as I sat in silence, contemplating her fate.
I pondered awhile on what her future would be.
Perhaps another farm would be her destiny.
But, I couldn’t discard her, nor could I despise
especially when she looks with those big doleful eyes.
© Jakki May #231
21.12.12