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I walk the Dog down City streets
and Watch him wag his Tail
The leash pulls Hard on my thick Arm
as we Now chase a Snail
Upon the Beast he Leaps and Laps
it Hard with his Rough tongue
The Crunch and Crack of Snail's Hard shell
is Heard 'til Kingdom come
The snail, they say, was heaven-bound
on Wings of slimy Dew,
but
I've heard it Said, well, over-Head
"God Likes his Escargot..."
9.23.2008
A bit of Verse
It's that time again:
Eric's Self-Indulgent Poetry Time.
I found this one lying around in my old Poetry 3730 Notebook. I think we were working with meter, rhythm, and rhyme. Enjoy.
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I walk the Dog down City streets
and Watch him wag his Tail
The leash pulls Hard on my thick Arm
as we Now chase a Snail
Upon the Beast he Leaps and Laps
it Hard with his Rough tongue
The Crunch and Crack of Snail's Hard shell
is Heard 'til Kingdom come
The snail, they say, was heaven-bound
on Wings of slimy Dew,
but
I've heard it Said, well, over-Head
"God Likes his Escargot..."
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I walk the Dog down City streets
and Watch him wag his Tail
The leash pulls Hard on my thick Arm
as we Now chase a Snail
Upon the Beast he Leaps and Laps
it Hard with his Rough tongue
The Crunch and Crack of Snail's Hard shell
is Heard 'til Kingdom come
The snail, they say, was heaven-bound
on Wings of slimy Dew,
but
I've heard it Said, well, over-Head
"God Likes his Escargot..."
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2 comments:
Hahaha! Very clever. Good thing the dog didn't have a salt shaker.
Is the said dog referred to in your poem, the favorite pooch Zeus?
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