A Series of Haiku's and Poetry for the Pandemic
by a Labrador retriever
My siblings are scared
I don’t get treats any more,
and something is wrong.
(by the Labrador retriever on toilet paper)
These big, white, flaky rolls
make my people so anxious,
maybe I’ll eat one.
My owners don’t care
So I chew on white rolls
Oh, maybe they do.
mom holds her red box
she displays my shamefulness,
won’t do it again.
(by the same Labrador retriever on the garbage can and pooping)
Those sweet smells will taunt
me no longer, I just push,
and then yum, yum, yum.
Usually gone,
but now home all day with me,
way better than treats.
run up the hill fast,
poop a lot, yank the leash too,
trot down the hill slow.
(a Limerick by a 12 year old Poet)