Christmas In the Dog House
Twas the night before Christmas, when peace and good will
Swept over a snow-covered land, bright and still.
Then, crash! In the kitchen a clatter was heard
Some scoundrel had stolen the Michaelmas bird!
A series of paw prints left no room for doubt
His dog bed lay empty -the verdict was out!
A trail of pork sausages strewn on the ground
Led up to a shed where the culprit was found.
And other accomplices so it would seem
Had followed the scent of his dastardly scheme-
Tails wagging like metronomes set at full speed
Tongues dripping, ears twitching, eyes brimming with greed,
A circle of canines, a dozen at least
Had gathered to sample this succulent feast.
In central position, the trophy in place
With regal composure, a smile on his face,
No hint of contrition, no whimper of shame
There sat our prize turkey and thieving Great Dane!
He learned a tough lesson that bleak Christmas Eve,
A four-legged friend is not meant to deceive.
And slinking home later, with nowhere to hide,
He spent a cold night in the dog-house outside!
26.11.19
The Night Before 2 Poetry Contest sponsored by Joseph May
Copyright © Wendy Watson | Year Posted 2019
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