The Inkwell

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A piece of poetry written for Allpoetry.com by me

In a corner, on his cushion he sleeps
Rover, a dog who jumps and leaps.
He’s on a Canine stretch of joys,
A beach that’s full of bones and toys.
And whilst there he’ll have his fill,
of ham hocks whilst there’s time to kill.
And when he’s full he’ll fill his goal,
of landing bones in every hole.
When there’s nothing left to do
his choice of chew toys he will chew,
and balls and bones of rubber he’ll play,
until its time for the start of the day.
Just before daybreak, on the beach he’ll pick
an arboreal plaything, in form of a stick
One final run , to stretch his paws
and then he’s woken by ‘im indoors
but he wont be ever so glum,
when facing his breakfast of Pedigree Chum!