Race Day

The last piece of ground beef
No larger than a quarter

Eyed longingly by eight little eyes
their manners for most part in order

First eye each other to look for a nod
And then to look at the plate

Or  to look for intent
Should appetite break free in hope to fully sate

Suddenly a hand shot out
to make three laps in au jus

Popped it into her grease rimmed mouth
And bid the whole matter adeau

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Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 9/22/2022 2:36:00 PM

Witty and pretty, dearest Vickey. Enjoyed it. Be blessed!

Vickey Rhymer
Date: 9/22/2022 8:26:00 PM

Thanks for your kind comment friend Demetrios.

Christopher Flaherty

Date: 9/22/2022 5:33:00 AM

Agreed Cute Vickey I wrote a poem called Optimistically Crushed Dreams Matinee May I ask you please if you have the time or will to please read it Thanks

Vickey Rhymer

Date: 9/21/2022 10:42:00 PM

I would like to point out it wasn't my little hand that acted as if with mind of its own but my sisters.At first the rest showed mock indignation which shortly gave way to laughter .Thanks for the read.Thanks for the comment.

Michelle Faulkner

Date: 9/21/2022 8:39:00 PM

Very cute, not sure if you're talking about kids or dogs though?