My dog’s name is Buddy,
He likes to get muddy,
He’s like the Flash,
Cos he runs super fast.
My dog is so cute,
And he’s not a brute,
He’s like a cuddly bear,
So he’s not such a scare.
He loves to play,
He never runs away,
He’s my best friend,
Sorry but this poem has to end!
After eating a field of daisies and grass
3 goats found a new grazing place
They crossed a river on a little red bridge
To find a troll with a hideous face
They knew it was wrong going on someone’s property
But these goats were selfish and proud
They moved right on to the grass near the troll
Knowing trespassing was not allowed
The troll was sleeping under his bridge
As the 3 goats trotted past his side
When the troll woke up they were distressed and scared
So they ran to a bush to hide
The troll took a sip of water from the river nearby
Then walked back to his bridge to sleep
Happy and casual the goats grazed some more
Making sure they made not a peep
They came back the next day
They thought the troll was away
But he was awake and under his bridge
They laughed with glee
They were so warm happy
But the troll’s heart was cold like a fridge
The goats trotted onto the little red bridge
Trot trot trotting – so loud
The troll was upset, ate the 3 goats
That taught them not to be proud
Black as:
The night,
so dark;
No light;
Dusk coming to the sky.
Like a showered frog,
green and shining
eyes
look all around, off she goes!
Paws gentle and scratching
leave prints in fresh snow.
Searching for mouse
(Searching for mouse)
Mouse found!
(Mouse found!)
Mouse on the move
(Mouse on the move)
Darting, pouncing, catching,
devouring.
Buzz, the bees waken.
Gather nectar, make honey.
Why do the bees work?
I wolf at the night
day time I will sleep
the night I will call my lion friend
a friend in me, play with me,
in the dark
almost when the morning comes
we enjoy sunrise
when it flowers bloom
we love to smell them
dew drops fall ,
we love to death them
me and my lion friend
live happily after ever
Hey little dog in the corner
Come over here
Mom, there is a little dog over there
Why is it homeless?
It is so sad,
that dog over there is hungry
let’s feed him some food
He is freezing
Here is a blanket
Here is a bed little doggy
You are so cute
One day you should help other people
or dogs
or any animals
Goodbye little doggy
WINNER
In every kind of dream I am a black wolf
careening through a web. I am the spider
who eats the wolf and inhabits the wolf’s body.
In another dream I marry the wolf and then
am very lonely. I seek my name and they name me
Lucky Dragon. I would love to tell you that all
of this has a certain ending but the most frightening
stories are the ones with no ending at all.
The path goes on and on. The road keeps forking,
splitting like an endless atom, splitting
like a lip, and the globe is on fire
Which animal should I ride on?
Gibbering monkeys?
No they will steal my keys.
Snorting horse?
No I have to teach them a course
Lowing cow?
No, they don’t surprise me and say wow
Roaring guardian lion!
Yes yes! A lion!
It will be friends with my chameleon
Dog is the centre of attention,
Effortlessly exuding his presence, without missing a beat
While lounging lazily under the sun
Snoring steadily on the afternoon streets
He is a master at taking criticisms in his stride
The honking of the cars doesn’t get him down
He doesn’t care; he’s just there for the ride
Metaphorically encouraging angry drivers to turn their frowns upside down
He sleeps on the concrete roads
Yet still the world moves for him,
He chills peacefully in his humblest abode
Not giving a damn