Very Bad Archive
My Dirty Dog
Jenny Dubuc
I thought I may have heard a purr
As the dirt covered up his dark fur.
His eyes were shut closed
As the dirt covered up his toes.
I remembered how he use to wail
As the dirt covered up his tail.
I wondered with whom I would now share my bed
As the dirt covered up his head.
I thought how his tricks were always the best
As the dirt covered up his chest.
My lips began to pout
As the dirt covered up his snout.
I prayed and to God I did beg
As the dirt covered up his leg.
I looked up towards the fog
As the dirt covered up my dog.
Jenny Dubuc has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Jenny's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Jenny's latest works: