My Dead Dog Fred
Once there was a dog
Who acted just like a FROG!
He had four feet which jumped up and jumped down.
I finally told him “STOP IT!!!”
He gave me such a big FROWN.
His name is Fred and he follows me around each day.
He likes to sleep and he likes to eat.
But most of all… he loves to play.
I saw him once.
He was laying on my bed.
He was not moving at all…
I thought he was DEAD!
I ran to tell Mom.
She said “Do not fear…
He will wake up soon
And then you will cheer”.
So I went back to my room
And carefully shut the door
Walked to just…the…right…place
And plopped down on the floor.
I hoped Mom was right…
And Fred would soon awake…
But if he was dead…
I’d have to tell Jake!
We would plan a big meeting.
Fred’s life was so fleeting.
We play music in the air
And comfort those that will be there.
Then, after all the tears have been shed
We’ll dig a big hole, and then we’ll bury…old…Fred.
I will write his name on a rock
And will place it just so.
It will mark the spot
"Fred…lays…quietly…below".
Just then I looked up
And saw there was Fred.
His eyes wide open
Looking down at me from the bed.
My heart gave a big cheer!
I was jumping for joy!!
My Fred was alive!!!
I’m the luckiest boy!!!!
Poem Topic assigned by Lydia and Mallory
aw. so sweet.
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