My Dog Can Spell By Cynthia Jones, www.PoetryPoem.com/poetryandshortstories10 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
My dog can spell
I think it's pretty cool,
he chews on a ham bone
then starts to drool.
I ask him many questions
then he wags his puffy tail,
when I spell the word o u t
toward the door he bails.
I spell the word w a l k
then he really runs around,
when he doesn't get out right away
he then flops to the ground.
I taught him how to sit pretty
Scamp can give a high five,
he cheats and gives ten instead
cheesy dog food keeps him alive.
He thinks they are treats
but he doesn't really care,
as long as he does his tricks
his "treats" will always be there.
These are four of many tricks
he's been taught since day one,
being adopted out of the S.P.C.A.
with him, I'm far from being done.
Whoever says a dog can't spell
they'd be, oh, so wrong,
maybe I can teach him more words
it might not take too long.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Feb.28/2015
It didn't take me too long to teach Scamp a few tricks. I get a kick out of him.
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