[Newspoetry] the dog ate mother's toes

[Gavroche]

Dave Barry wrote this on his blog on Sunday:
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MEANWHILE, however, this blog has a little project to amuse anybody who is
interested, involving a wonderful site called www.poetry.com, which was
brought to this blog's attention by alert reader Laura Stark. Aspiring poets
can go there and submit poems in the poetry contest, and maybe even --
incredibly -- have their poems selected for inclusion in
heirloom-quality-bound volumes that are -- What are the odds of this? -- for
sale!

So anyway, this blog was just thinking how interesting it would be if a
whole bunch of people submitted poems that contained a certain key poetic
phrase. To see how it might work, this blog submitted a poem under the pen
name of "Freemont A. Harkins," entitled: "A Sad Day." Here's how it goes:

A Sad Day

i am sad, so very sad
the tears run down my nose
it was a happy day until
the dog ate mother's toes

You can see this poem at www.poetry.com, using the search engine to search
for "Freemont Harkins." Wouldn't it be fun if a lot of people submitted
poems using a Pen Name that began with "Freemont" and incorporating the
phrase, "the dog ate mother's toes"? Then we all could search for poems
written under the first name of "Freemont" -- currently, this blog is the
only one -- and see how creative everybody was!

Or would that be wrong?
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Go do a search for "Freemont" on poetry.com.  It was up to about 400 canine
toe-eating poems last I checked.


And this is one of the most recently added:

Rover

We've had Rover for ten years now --
a friendly, loving, dog.
He'd bark at the occasional mailman,
but he'd border on the edge of freedom kissing
everyone else.

We don't know what it was exactly.
It might have been the news
that weapons of mass destruction
still hadn't been found in Iraq.

It might have been out of sympathy
for Robert Wagner
who's been cheated out of money
for his role in Charlie's Angels.

It might even have something to do with
the Dutch company Tulip
resurrecting the Commodore 64.

Regardless
this morning
the dog ate mother's toes.


Freemont C Gavroche