You’re in The Basket
OH my where can the silly Chihuahua be.
I have looked up and down this house.
I have called you over and over.
I hope that you have not gotten out.
Well as I sit in my chair to have a cry,
Over the though that you might be gone.
I hear the funny noise over by my pot of flowers.
I don’t see any thing there except the basket,
That I have sitting for cut flowers to bring in the house.
I hear that noise again, and when I look again,
What do I see but a silly little Chihuahua,
Pushing his head out of the basket.
At last I have found you.
© Rose Patrick Feb 3, 2008
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Author notes
this poem was taking form a pic on hang on my wall
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired Contest (February) by Denierim.
600 points, ended March 2, 2008, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This is sweet... lol
I have to say, it's not a picture from my list and it's evident you didn't take it from the competition, but I love the poem itself. So sweet and well thought out... And I just love the picture up there! It's such an adorable view in my mind, the chihuahua peeking from that basket...
Wonderful work with this one!
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