Last week I saw a post about a poetry contest which I believe was in the UK. Does anyone know what I am talking about? It was to write a poem about a famous piece of artwork or painting. I wanted to enter the contest but cannot remember where I saw it. Please leave a comment in you have seen it. Thank you!
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This little green tree frog was on the wall outside our front door. When he was on the white wall he was sort of green then when he jumped down onto the gray sidewalk he looked this tannish color.
Thanks Trish for the contribution!
“In your food, Wilbur. Your face is always in your food.”
Hey, give me a break, I think. I’m a dawg.
She talks about me all the time. On the phone. To the big man, Billy.
“That dog,” she says. “He costs me a fortune. I spend more money on his food, than for the rest of this family.”
I eat too much, I’m a pig. I don’t eat enough, I’m ill. I push food around in my bowl. Apparently, I’m fussy.
“It’s like having another kid in the house,” she says. “I’m always worrying.”
Well, don’t worry, I think to myself. You need to enjoy life more, you know. Like dawgs do.
It’s that time of year when all the talk in the house is about Halloween.
“It’s coming soon,” say the kids. “MUM, will you make me a costume?”
They’re as excited as puppies and mum…
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