The greyhound who would not race

Too many now times he has let our trainer down

By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk Published about a year ago • 1 min read

By George’s Girl 2025

The greyhound who would not race

They lined him up, all sleek and thin

muscles coiled, ready to spin

the whistle blew, they all shot fast

my dog just sniffed and sat down

He sniffed the grass, he wagged his tail

he chased a cloud, he sniffed a snail

the other dogs, they tore away

he yawned and blinked, then went to play

The crowd all stared, the trainer swore

I just laughed, my dog ignored

a racer he proved he was not

the trainer said, don’t bring him back again

he is the dog best forgot

He lost the race, he didn’t care

he spent the day just lying there

I still go to watch the racing

I just leave my dog a sleep at home

Poetry has lived in me since childhood.

Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.

My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.

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