Cynthia Jones Poet Rhyme

My Dog Can Spell

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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Paul Callus March 4, 2015 at 4:06 PM Entertaining read, Cynthia:) Dogs can be lovely and friendly pets. Don't have any more dogs in the family, but there are now birds, a tortoise, a hedgehog and a cat! // paul Cynthia Jones March 23, 2015 at 4:41 PM Paul, thank you. :O) Yes, they sure can be. WOW!!! Busy house I must say. LOL Thank you so very much for stopping by to have a read and leave a comment. I truly appreciate it. *S* Cynthia