Boys and PuddlesA Poem by Chris Shaw( goes without saying doesn't it? and no kidding this is exactly how it happened)
A muddy puddle in the park
attracts a boy's attention. He pauses first to look at it unsure of its dimensions. He finds a stick to poke at it to ascertain its depth and from the cheeky grin he gives you know he'll soon get wet. His welly boots are clean and new, for sure they must be tested, for why would Mum invest her cash, his thoughts ran uncontested. And Mum is chatting with her friends so hasn't seen the threat. In any case the dog's arrived and Mischief is their pet. What happened next is no surprise, the hound's jumped up to greet him. He lost his balance and fell in and now they're busy splashing. From head to toe are soaking clothes and Mischief's tail is wagging, but Mum's expression tells it all, she's on her way and fuming.
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Added on November 12, 2018Last Updated on November 12, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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