My Doggy Toy
I was a child of not more than nine.
Just one toy I wanted so very bad.
Wanted a doggy toy, I towed the line.
I knew if I didn’t get it, I would be sad.
The dog you see would swallow a ball.
Roll up his tongue, into mouth then caught.
A dog with a trick, no feeding, not bad at all,
This doggy would wag his tail, which I sought.
I crawled out of bed, early Christmas morn.
My parents told me, it’s too early you see.
I went back to bed, waited, as I’d sworn.
If I did not listen, nothing would be under tree.
My anticipation was so rampant, for this toy.
When I returned to open, presents at eight,
Tearing paper, checking, for my inner joy.
However, to my surprise, no doggy was my fate.
My sadness was real, my heart crushed today.
Though thankful, for what I had anyway,
We prepared to go to grandma’s house in zest.
Upon arrival, seeing my toy, this day was the best.
Written for
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Contest Name "TOYLAND"
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