guest poetic blog by Classey Nehrke
Two violin players,
three enraptured dogs.
They all meshed together,
like peat n a bog.
The dogs were busy taking
their daily run in the park.
But this was very different from
their usual outdoor lark.
The violin music they heard
was, to them, like mean on a bone.
They stopped their running abruptly
and flatly refused to go home.
-- Let’s Listen as they tell it--
“We’ve paid all winter for this concert,” they said,
“Being out in the freezing cold.
Chilling our ears and numbing our paws,
as we battled the wind and the snow.”
Now, we get our comeback.
This music sounds so nice!
Who says that dogs do not enjoy
The finer things of life?
And our mistress needed some cheering up.
Her spirits were beginning to droop.
This violin music is so much nicer
than picking up poop with a scoop.
So we gave our mistress quite a start,
guess she didn’t really know her pets.
Perhaps, go to the Opera yet!
No, this was no our usual run.
This “Friday in the park.”
Now, we’re dogs that have “culture,”
and we’re having quite a lark.
They were two talented sisters;
we were three enraptured dogs.
You might say we meshed together
like peat that grows in the bog.
I thank Mrs. Nehrke for classing up my blog, 1,726 posts and my first poem.