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Tuesday, April 19, 2016

To the Dogs--Clarihew Poems

Today it's a Clerihew poem or two.


PICKY, PERSNICKETY, AND PRIVATE
Clovis drives me half insane 
Sometimes he's quite a little pain
He never eats all of his food
I think his stomach must be wood

Jinky has his life planned out 
If I offer advice he pops a pout
But when it comes time for a ride
He's right there at my freaking side

Bingo has a voice like gold
She always sings in the shower bold
But when it comes to an audience
She keeps us forever in suspense

© 2016 by H. Linn Murphy

You may not know what a Clerihew poem is. This'll explain it. How about one of your own now?`

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