*To break my serious streak over the last couple of days, I thought I’d give you guys and gals a funny poem I wrote. It’s about my mom’s dog, “Helios,” his great affection with squeaker balls, and the tragedy that always befall his relationship with them.*
BALL BALL BALL!
So perfectly symmetrical you are.
WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH!
Oh how my person throws you far.
RUN RUN RUN!
All the while my tongue flying free.
PLOP PLOP PLOP!
Once, twice, thrice you come to me.
ROMP ROMP ROMP!
Oh squeaky ball, I adore.
SQUEAK SQUEAK PFFFF
Oh dear… the squeaker is no more.