I have a little dog - her name is Butterfly.
I take her to my school. I carry her to bed.
She used to have a ribbon, nice and long and red,
but then I took it off, and said to it, “Goodbye!”
My doggie is my friend – because she cannot lie.
She doesn’t hit me, though at times she’s bruised and red
from violent gallops, lunchtime, journeys in our bed;
the spaceship rides to planets, green and huge and high.
When Mommy washes her, I feel so sad and blue,
but when she’s done, my doggie’s such a different hue!
Adventures with my doggie make my life so bright
although she’s silent. Still, a friend’s that’s silent’s best.
She doesn’t bite me, hurt, betray, or make a mess –
she’s comfort for my heart, and cuddly in the night!
A very unique and insane talent, from one Asian teenager to another. Admiration from all the way here in Hong Kong.
ReplyDeleteMichael.
Thanks Michael :) I'll take insane as a compliment.
ReplyDeleteBy the way: this sonnet I wrote about my brother's plush dog. He has to memorize and recite a poem, so I decided to write this sonnet for him!