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Friday, April 30, 2021

National Poetry Month--Day 30--Hyperbole Poem--Sampson and Goliath

 


So today, on the last day of poetry month, we're doing hyperbole poems. Looking at my posts on facebook it probably looks like I'm dang dog crazy. But I'm just doing a series of CONVOS WITH MY DOG. Well I have a pair of dogs in mind that completely fit this poetry form to a T. So that's what it'll be. If you want to know about hyperbole, go here. Otherwise, here's my last poem for the month: 

SAMPSON AND GOLIATH

Sampson and G'liath were buffalo-sized

When walking, THEY d'cided the way

They'd look straight ahead and into your eyes

Then they'd say what they wanted to say

When camping one time they took us walking

When Daddy stepped out, they followed their bliss

Weaving through camps they Misha were stalking

Along with the great tent and all that was his 


 

 

Though the size of a house they were gentle and sweet

And Misha loved them like Heaven

But the cost of their housing and feeding them meat

Meant Mish' worked like his family was seven 


 

Eventually their great hearts gave out

No more would they roughhouse and play

No more running crazy on a leash like a lout

I miss those dog moose almost every day.

©2021 by H. Linn Murphy

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