Holiday Poetry

The other day I found out about a Holiday Poetry Contest on a blog written by a doggy who's training to be a guide dog. Pretty cool, huh? His name is Rudy.

Anyway, to enter the contest you just write a poem. And the prize for the contest is...TOYS. How could I pass up this opportunity? My sis Lexi-Lou used to write poems on her blog, so I figured it was about time that Mom helped me out with one, too. And I mean, seriously, I could use some more toys.

So, I submitted my poem over on Rudy's blog, but I figured I'd post it here, too. I sorta like how it turned out. Just remember that this poem is entirely fiction. Honest. It's fiction.

An Important Reminder

Santa Paws is coming

Just as long as we’re all good

So we have to mind our parents

And behave as we should.

If we all can make it

The payoff is sublime

But we all must behave

…Most of the time!

Cookies, treats, and dog beds

Some fun squeaky toys

Oh, you know I love those

And their squeaky noise!

So no misbehaving, please

Or Santa won’t appear.

We just can’t have a repeat

Of what happened last year!

Don’t chase the neighbor

No puking on the bed

We shouldn’t chew on slippers.

Only eat what we’re fed.

Keep those all in mind, of course,

But most importantly,

This year no one potty

On our Christmas tree!

Ta dah! There's my poem. If you want to enter Rudy's contest yourself, just head on over to his blog.

And remember...that poem was fiction. Well, except for the part about me liking toys.