Jimmy had a dog named Barnaby.
He was just like one of the family.
He did what most good dogs do.
He kept Jimmy company, even ate his homework a time or two.
But no matter how hard Jimmy tried,
Barnaby would never, ever fetch a ball.
Oh, he typed, he vacuumed, even mowed the lawn,
Yet, wouldn't retrieve any stick at all.
From the Poets Unite Worldwide anthology: Children We Are: Poems For Children (Children books Book 2)