childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
Logbook Of A Reluctant Dog-Sitter
I tricked my mom to watch the pup, then kicked my feet and sat right up. But soon she shooed me to the yard— "Go get some sun, you’re pale as lard!" The pup chased bu with boundless cheer, while Mom snoozed in her lawn chair near. Then—aha!—he saw his chance arise, with twinkling paws and scheming eyes. He dug up pots with reckless speed, a tiny, furry whirlwind breed! Till yip He found his buried prize— a bone! (Mom woke—oh, what surprise!) I fled before her scolding came, while pup just wagged (no hint of shame). Now dirt’s flung high and pots askew… Who knew a dog could landscape too?
By Staringaleabout a year ago in Poets
Logbook Of A Reluctant Dog-Sitter
Puppy eyes and paws so sly, Begging with a hopeful sigh. Bowls clink loud, we eat as two, Morning’s shared, both me and you. Waking up at the crack of dawn, I stretched out, pushed the blankets back, and reluctantly left my cozy haven. After freshening up—still in my pajamas—I headed to the kitchen. Through the window, the stars twinkled brightly in the dark sky. Flicking on the lights, I got to work. I placed a pot of water on the stove to boil and tore open a pack of spaghetti. Once the water bubbled, I poured in a portion and let it cook. Meanwhile, I heated a splash of oil in a frying pan and added diced onions. As they simmered, I chopped the remaining veggies. Next went in the bell peppers and cabbage. After adding the chicken and veggies, I seasoned everything with salt and pepper. The aroma filling the kitchen was tantalizing. Once everything was cooked, I turned off the stove, mixed the pasta and stir-fry together, and left them to rest. For the sauce, I combined ketchup, mayo, and psyllium husk, then topped the dish with two boiled eggs. A perfect calorie-dense, low-glycemic-load breakfast was ready. As I cleaned up and sat down to take my first bite, a whimpering sound caught my attention. I turned toward the noise and was met with an adorable sight—my nephew’s puppy dragging his dog bowl toward me. He placed it at my feet and stared up with those irresistible puppy eyes. With a smile, I got up, pulled open the drawer, and filled his bowl with dog biscuits and fresh water. Settling back down, we enjoyed our meals together in peaceful companionship. Have you ever shared a meal with such a delightful little friend?
By Staringaleabout a year ago in Poets
