I knew he was old,
his age was showing,
a white moustache and underbelly,
his eyes turned cloudy,
all sounds lost,
and faculties all turned to jelly.
I knew he was old,
his health was going,
a pill was hidden in every snack,
to guard against any
biological attack.
Even potatoes have eyes,
yet they refuse to see.
I knew he was old,
but I didn't know
he would leave.
No more pills
rolled in cheese.
No more love
from him
who left me.
I'll see him again,
amongst the goose-down of heaven,
and all that's been taken,
won't amount to what's given
Author notes
Actually used four of your words,
which really took a lot (hopefully not from the poem).
I dedicate this to my dearly departed dog, Tuxedo.
He really loved cheese and anything else he could get away with...
A contest entry
- PIF: Seriously Funny by Justin.
700 points, ended June 19, 2008, 18 entries
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Comments
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Aww...I have a really old dog at home; I'm so afraid she's going to die every time I go home. This reminded me so much of Sophie...can't see, can't hear, has the most difficult time moving around, and we always have to give her medicine inside little balls of cheese. Nice job, though.
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This was a wonderful, heartfelt dedication. The flow was exceptional, and the rhymes and wordbank words didn't feel out of place at all. My favorite stanza was the potato one, because the way it ended felt very strong to me. It was also a well-suiting way to incorporate the word. well done!
thank you for your entry!
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