January 29, 2010
A Friday in Poem
Fridays come but once a week
The end of something, though not its peak
While Mondays are slow to go and to start
Fridays take extra effort and more heart
Our feet are tired and our legs are sore
And the weekend is something we long for
But first the Friday must we traverse
And though it’s hard, it could be worse
There could be no Saturday so we could sleep in
Or long, slow Sunday where we wash our sins
While Friday’s hard, I’m glad for the day
And ours was quite nice, it went this way:
First was Monty all bouncy with glee
He knew he was walking over to see me
Then Oshi and Perrito joined our group
We all walked around until we pooped
We smiled and smelled and posed on a rock
Pleased there was no rain, oh what a shock
The boys looked good in their fancy new dos
And on our walk, they sure did cruise
But home they went to a warm retreat
While Monty and I were served something to eat
Gretchen walked Rosie down through the park
And she sniffed and she smelled, but she never did bark
She wagged her tail at each smell she found
But it’s so little it doesn’t quite go round
It wiggles a bit and sticks right out
Making her look like she’s got some clout
She scrunched up her face after a tasty snack
And trotted along on their way back
Once in the house her belly was scratched
While treats were left for her to snatch
Gemma was next and yes, in a hurrry
She raced to Saber’s with his coat of gray furry
They walked and they cuddled at the end of their tethers
And talked about love, and not about the weather
The courts where they played were busy indeed
Where two people rode a rolling flat-like steed
Well that’s what I’d call it though skateboard’s the name
And for Gemma, good grief, oh what a game
She chased those boards but kept her distance
Not trusting the wheels, not for an instant
Saber chased Gemma because he could not understand
Her fixation so great, her focus so grand
“Play with me,” he cried in the drops of rain
But Gemma was gone like a mighty fast train
She raced and she raced around in a circle
That she didn’t get dizzy is sure quite a miracle
Saber raced too but he didn’t know why
Though he had fun slobbering up Gemma’s red thigh
They went for a walk up on the ridge
And through the gardens, across the bridge
They posed together after a stop at the fountain
While staring at the distant snow covered mountains
Then back to their homes they each did go
While Monty and I waited to go
And go we went once Gretchen returned
To the small little park where we each took a turn
Chasing the ball and bringing it back
Then dropping the ball in return for a snack
We huffed and we puffed our way back home
Where I sat down and wrote this poem
Friday, you see, is quite fun to end
And I’m very thankful I have all these friends.
Have a great weekend!
Rubin