I'm doggone tired from fetching;
give me a break for goodness' sake
my doggy brain is stretching.
I've obediently run at your command
chasing sticks of wood;
I've begged for food but now I quit!
Is that understood???
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De, at dversepoets, is prompting us for today's Quadrille. It must be exactly 44 words, not counting the title and must incorporate some form of the word 'dog'.
Here's the link: Gone to the Dogs

Fun write and cartoon to match. Nice one Carol 👏
ReplyDeleteThanks, Shaun!
DeleteHa ha,feeling that way myself at this point in time. Very good.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Di!
DeleteWhat a delightful, amusing poem!! It's nice to wag the tail on occasion! 🐕🦺
ReplyDeleteIndeed, Cara! ;D
DeleteThe dog in jammies!!!
ReplyDeleteLove this. When my girl's done, she's done. So true!
De
Thanks, De! This prompt got me back into writing poetry, after a bit of a lull.
DeleteDogs on strike,,, fun take
ReplyDeleteHehe, thanks Bjorn.
DeleteThis is wonderful, Carol!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much! :D
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