Jul 2018
Torn sleeves from my Nike jumper, shredded runners, now fit for the bin, tired expression, turns to red, as I roar to the heavens LITTLE DOG. Swiftly comes calling is the pint sized beast; a soothing patter lurks from the stairs. Its front paws scraping at the doors glass pane, the door slowly opens and the trial of little dog begins. Hind legs on the carpet, front in the air, dashing, Little dog takes the stand, colloquially readying herself for trail, beady eyed Little dog showing no fear.
Look what you have done to my clothes I said to she,
Shredded and torn, but she just stood there looking at me.
Now ranting and panting on her little hind feet,
Assertively barking, they were on the floor, were they not there to eat
Her suavely demeanour, quickly turned to angst
Head and tail touched the floor, paws scraping at the floor mat
Trouble on the horizon Little dog is fully aware,
As the cute little critter looks on with an somberly stare.
All rise , court is now in session, has the jury reached it verdict
Guilty on all counts your honor, a unanimous decision.
Reluctantly accepting the verdict Little dog addresses the court,
With one roll of the dice left, she plays the mercy card.
I know I was wrong in my actions she pledged to me
But the clothes lay on the floor, I assumed I could eat.
As I stand here at your mercy, calling out to the heavens,
To turn a blind eye and pardon my actions with merciful discretion.
May the court show me leniency as I am only a dog,
I know not what I do, for I am merely a hog
Very well humble madam, the courts now heard your plea,
With the courts merciful discretion I am setting you free
You can go now, but if I see you here again,
The gallows shall eagerly await your ascend
Thank you your honor, for the leniency you have shown
My presence will never again grace this here court
Little dog leaves the court with an all merciful sigh,
Timid posture quickly fades as her head rubs the sky,
Wagging tail keenly follows her shrewd little smile,
While once again asserting her own suavely little style
The trial has concluded Little dogs won the day,
But as sure as dawn rises, Little dog shall wreak havoc again.
Its about my dog, who ate my
Look what you have done to my clothes I said to she,
Shredded and torn, but she just stood there looking at me.
Now ranting and panting on her little hind feet,
Assertively barking, they were on the floor, were they not there to eat
Her suavely demeanour, quickly turned to angst
Head and tail touched the floor, paws scraping at the floor mat
Trouble on the horizon Little dog is fully aware,
As the cute little critter looks on with an somberly stare.
All rise , court is now in session, has the jury reached it verdict
Guilty on all counts your honor, a unanimous decision.
Reluctantly accepting the verdict Little dog addresses the court,
With one roll of the dice left, she plays the mercy card.
I know I was wrong in my actions she pledged to me
But the clothes lay on the floor, I assumed I could eat.
As I stand here at your mercy, calling out to the heavens,
To turn a blind eye and pardon my actions with merciful discretion.
May the court show me leniency as I am only a dog,
I know not what I do, for I am merely a hog
Very well humble madam, the courts now heard your plea,
With the courts merciful discretion I am setting you free
You can go now, but if I see you here again,
The gallows shall eagerly await your ascend
Thank you your honor, for the leniency you have shown
My presence will never again grace this here court
Little dog leaves the court with an all merciful sigh,
Timid posture quickly fades as her head rubs the sky,
Wagging tail keenly follows her shrewd little smile,
While once again asserting her own suavely little style
The trial has concluded Little dogs won the day,
But as sure as dawn rises, Little dog shall wreak havoc again.
Its about my dog, who ate my
Story of me and my Little Dog, calledLittle Dog
