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 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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