Wanda Daugherty Poet Rhyme

Tyrone and the Black Dog

Tyrone and the Black Dog

Tyrone was a young man;
He wanted to have fun.
He was from a seedy part of town;
But he didn’t own a gun.

"Black dog quit your growling,
Don’t come around here anymore.
I got no use for black dogs,
Quit scratching at my door".

Tyrone could throw a football;
Best in all the land.
They promised him a scholarship 
And a bucket load of fans.

Black dog he comes creeping,
When they turn out the lights;
And for a Girl named Brenda
Tyrone decides to fight.

Nobody knows who fired the shot;
But oh, his Momma Cried.
When the hopes of all a family.
Fell in the dirt and died.

Children killing children;
It has gone on way to long;
"Black dog what’s your purpose?
Everybody knows you’re wrong".

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Sunlite Wanter January 18, 2019 at 6:39 PM What an ingenious metaphor! Nice reading. Wanda Daugherty January 18, 2019 at 6:58 PM In old days there were myths and stories that connected Black dogs to death, graveyards and the Devil. I did not know this till after I wrote my first black dog poem. This is my third and probably my last. they are about social issues, Check out Black dog and Black dog 2. Thank you for your kind words.