When Dorothy gleefully hit the bricks

Of yellow road, she’s not up to old tricks.

When the union workers trudged up brick way

Back and forth in a froth on strike at bay

In front of smoke stacked building for right,

They hoped for better life, so they did fight....

Sniff. Sniff. Strange scent. Sniff. What’s that in her arms?

Smells familiar. Very wiggly. Alarms.

I hope it doesn’t want my doggy bowl.

It smells like my owners little fingers. Droll.

Maybe it can feed me. Want my blanky. Yip.

Does its tail wag? Maybe it want a nip?...

Seesaw rocking, people talking

Boys playing marbles, knees knocking.

Little Joe grabbing sweet. Who does watch?

Mommy looking at her small swatch.

Joe looking down at his small toes

As mom ask “did you take?” She knows.

He squirms and denies but she is wise.

It hurts a bit the fibs, the lies....

Rainbow set before him.

Future is looking grim.

Colored sweet he can’t eat.

Now banished is this treat.

A habit dentist shun.

Now his life won’t be fun.

Numbing pain bad refrain.

Jellybeans now his bane....

“May your dog play fetch with your slippers while you’re still in them” his neighbor barked with smile.

Henry smirked at jest. He yipped “May your puppy

Mistake your leg for a fire plug.” (Hee!)

Fred and he were pug-nacious owners.

In their best buds days there were some boners....

Three legs itching.as his eyes twitched.

Tome from carbon based life bewitched.

Erp snerp. Strange. One eye. Skin tone weird.

Purple not in memory banks. He stared.

Consume persons magenta. Strange.

Rock hard substance. Why roll? It change....

In this journey, he besought her friendship.

Some wisdom beyond reason from her lip.

She now motionless lies before him still.

Shattered beyond belief, she took a spill.

Now what’s left of her is in many pieces

My muse Erato her spirit ceases....

She saw a scribble on the wall,

She thought that it was a tell all.

Imagine her in baggy pants.

Wiggling like she was full of ants.

That’s what comes of too much makeup.

Now she has to make balloon pup....

Eight tapered men pale and two lads stout.

Sometimes huddles and sometimes they shout.

They plank a plain of trails that traverse.

A twin in flesh mirrored same parade

similar terrain whose lines are frayed....

A stately elm stands before its brothers

Its foreboding their presence smothers.

Blue jeans smeared, Pete and Alice stood there.

Lost in far reaches of their thoughts dear.

Pete perspiring with reflection at

The babbling brook. Alice mused and sat.

They touched the elm when courage grabbed them.

As hands touched, wish to be pair. Ahem....