The dog from next door
Will cop it one day
A fresh roasted chicken
He’d stolen away
He snuck through the fence
By the bush full of rose
Soon got the scent
Then just followed his nose
Sat there for cooling
The chicken on table
Straight into the kitchen
Through window was able
Gone in an instance
My chicken no more
Left one muddy paw print
That mutt from next door
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles
