O Lord my Dog

O Lord my dog got run over by a wheel/ I was only a Norman Rockwell kind of eight. . . read more.

Oil Painting Dog

 

O Lord my dog got run over by a wheel

I was only a Norman Rockwell kind of eight

Let me guess you thought my heart was made of steel;

Perfecting it required causing me to hate,

A man whose name I never knew, or saw

Inside the semi stopped on our playmate

Not moving … and a bunch of fur and raw

There was nothing we could do to relate

In between the lines not a word you wrote,

Not even a bark does Snoopy make to date

God I cried hoping you could read my emote

Did you feel I could see my dog die and appreciate

Only you could have done such a thing to me?

Good God what good did you get out of doing it? Yours truly?

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

Recriminations.! How often do we all feel it! Sometimes there seems to be no rhyme or reason to things that happen. But if we knew it all, would we be happy?
You know, your poem is almost written a traditional ENGLISH SONNET FORMAT -certainly with the rhyme sequences.
Brill!