(Thank you for the comments on my little poem. Here's a bigger poem for ya: This was written for a webpage that posts peoples poems, art, and short stories and has a different theme each month. The theme I wrote for was called "The Darker Side Of The Mind")
On one good morning
In the city of L.A.
A boy recieved a puppy
For his 2nd birthday
He laughed with joy
As the puppy played
The boy only wished
If that moment stayed
In the kitchen
The puppy in need
The boy would laugh
As he gave him feed
But the dog did not stop
For his mind told him not
And he recieved too much
From his master the tot
So much in fact
The pup did vomit
And flop to the ground
All this the boy saw it
He prodded with his finger
And wept as he said
"Wake up little goggy...
Please don't be dead"
Time passed by
The boys now a man
30 years to the day
He forgot as best he can
And now he had friends
Family and wealth
A two car garage
And also his health
He got many presents
He opened them all
Now ready for pie
But his wife did call
"Why heres one you missed
It was under the table"
"From your loving children"
It said on the label
He tore into it quickly
Excited to see
Just what the hell
This thing could be
From inside the box
It bagan to shake
He backed up a moment
Afraid twas a snake
But out from the box
Poked an adorable head
It looked at the man
And quietly said
"Bark bark, sniff sniff"
"Whine" and "ruff"
"Grr" and "whimper"
And "howl" and stuff
Suddenly in the man
Something awoken inside
He began to sweat
And go wide-eyed
He screamed so loud
The guests did gasp
He reached for his present
A hammer he did clasp
And down it came swiftly
On the young little thing
Again and again
The man did swing
Until there was nothing
But bloody dog pulp
His friends left the room
And his wife did gulp
"Honey?" She asked
With tears in her eye
And he smiled and said
"I'm better now, how 'bout that pie."
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