I frowned when I found my new pup was gone,
so, I searched all around for my little foxhound,
listening with profound intensity until dawn.
I was gowned but changed; headed to the pound,
in the eastbound lane that would take me there.
I yelled to expound, '"There's no time to spare!"
Traffic moved slowly, so I found a way round it,
now westbound, my nerves were coiled and wound.
I stopped at a campground and called his name, "Jit!"
I heard no barks or mewling. Not a single sound.
Pup, where are you? Hiding behind a hill or mound?
Did you dig holes in the ground, earthy and browned?
Pup, if you're lost, in salty tears I would be drowned.
Fears abound that I would never see his face again.
My spirits low, not much further can they be downed.
I heard, "Woof!" and my heart beat in quick refrain...
Quickly, Jit ran to me, faster than a racing greyhound!
All this time he'd been asleep in my car's backseat.
My pup continues to astound me with kisses so sweet.
He follows me everywhere, hoping for a doggie treat!
~ April 26, 2022 ~
Nursery Rhyme 3 Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Categories:
foxhound, dog,
Form: Rhyme
(Contest Rules: Use as many words that sound like:
bound, browned, clowned, crowned, drowned, found
frowned, gowned, ground, hound, mound, pound,
round).
On the forest ground, Fred quickly found
a small bird downed and interwound
inside a nest mound- brown twig bound;
looking around- she chirped a sound.
Inbound winds made the nest unbound!
The bird was round, blue feather-gowned,
and must go homebound to rebound-
away from hounds in the campground.
Now, in the background, was a foxhound!
Fred, helmet-crowned- with bird spellbound
inside downed nest- climbed up, branch-bound,
to rebound nest a safe compound.
The once-downed bird chirped thanks abound!
The newfound branch was safe and sound!
For turnaround, Fred was renowned!
Saved the downed bird- blue feather-gowned!
Contest: Nursery Rhyme 3
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Categories:
foxhound, adventure, bird, nursery rhyme,
Form: Rhyme
A man, quite renowned, came into our town;
He tried to expound on matters profound.
He frowned when he found as he tried to expound:
drowned by the sound of a hound in the town.
This was indeed a hound most renowned!
The sound from this hound, when on a rebound,
knocks a man down in a mound on the ground.
He looked all 'round: northbound, southbound, eastbound, westbound.
Nowhere he looked could that loud sound be found:
the fairground, the playground, the foreground, the background.
Finally he found himself down at the pound.
A foxhound, a coonhound, a bloodhound, a greyhound:
all of these hounds could be found at the pound,
but none of the hounds made that kind of sound.
A boy came around and said while he frowned,
his puppy was wound up, would not settle down.
"Your little dog too! Ha, ha," he clowned.
A little chihuahua made all of that sound?
Well, he dropped his jaw when he heard the chihuahua.
Now, he expounds on this hound most renowned.
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For the Nursery Rhyme 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Written on 04/14/2022
Categories:
foxhound, children, nursery rhyme,
Form: Rhyme
Weasel was wiser than a coonhound
She weighed one pound, a foxhound
Traveled the campground and playground
Searched the fairground and all around
A sleuthhound, she would turnaround
Looking earthbound for something profound
On the rebound, her heart would confound
In the foreground was her hunting ground
She would often bum around and mess around
Searching the battleground for common ground
Renowned for her wisdom, though uncrowned
She took a ultrasound so she could stick around
Even going underground in the burial mound
Riding the merry-go-round so she could hang around
Nursery Rhyme 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
April 14, 2022
Categories:
foxhound, child, childhood, children, nursery
Form: Rhyme