poems, on fun


Wednesday prompt: Write a fun poem (or two)


Gonzo

I watch my dog Gonzo
roll in mud and grass,
wolf down pine straw, wood and more,
chase squirrels up trees,
steal my towel from the rack
and roll some more, in between
bites of stolen sock of course,
and I realize just how little
or how much it might take
to live a life that full,
if I could only grow fur
and leap into four legs and a tail.

 


$10,000 question (a triolet)

What is it that I do for fun?
The ten thousand dollar question.
I feel I’ve only just begun…
What is it that I do for fun?
I play with dogs, I read, I pun –
but is that fun or decompression?
What is it that I do for fun?
The ten thousand dollar question.

What do you think?

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