Friday, July 3, 2009

BONUS SONNET: In Which The Customary Closet Is Eschewed... For The Clothes Dryer?

I have a dog, and Molly is her name.
A tale or two I've told of her before.
I now may add to her e'er-growing fame
For cowardice, the following: Of yore,
When thunder's rumbles have occurred,
E'en ere their sensing by mere human ears,
To hide has been her instinct, though absurd;
Our house is large and sturdy. Molly's fears
Will brook no consolation, though. At most
Such times this collie-chicken mix has made
Her shelter in a closet. There, a ghost
In black and white she's cowered and she's stayed
Until bribed with a nom. But now the dryer
Seems safer? Or does she seek lint attire?

5 comments:

  1. Nicely done, as usual. The hamsters on the wheel have been replaced with Molly, the Collie of Folly in the dryer. Heh.

    :)

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  2. I did wonder for a while if I was going to get her out again without disassembling the dryer!

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  3. Mollie the collie so afraid of the thunder
    Preferred dryer to closet: possible blunder?
    A sign of clean of taste,
    Or error from haste,
    Great balls of lint she’ll tremble under.

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  4. Mollie the collie so afraid of the thunder
    Preferred dryer to closet: possible blunder?
    A sign of clean of taste,
    Or error from haste,
    Great balls of lint she’ll tremble under.

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  5. Aurelio! Very funny. I wish Molly could know how she is honored.

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