The sweetest thing,
I've ever known,
Is not wrapped in paper,
But chews a bone.
It doesn't rot teeth,
But likes to lick,
Loves to play,
With balls and stick.
Not brightly colored,
Nor sticky or gooey,
It's soft and cuddly,
Not hard or chewy.
It gives me pleasure,
All of the time,
Not just a mouthful,
A moment sublime.
It is a friend,
In many ways,
Not just a binge,
On upset days.
The sweetest thing,
Is not chocolate log,
But I think we all know,
It is my humble dog.
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a RHYMED poem, minimum three stanzas long, on what makes you happy. Any rhyme scheme, any style - from a sonnet to a quatrain. NO FREE VERSE.
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Author Notes
The thing that really makes me happy and I can't imagine being without, is my dog.
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