April 1st, Not Just for Fools Anymore

So if you’re tired of all the April Fool’s shenanigans, perhaps it’s time for you to move on to something a bit more highbrow. Like National Poetry Month. Which just happens to be April.

Some people (and by people, I mean writer folks) celebrate by writing a poem a day. You can zip over to the Poem-A-Day Challenge that’s going on at the Poetics Aside blog and post your lovely poem. Or you can stop in at GottaBook if you’re a fan of children’s poetry. And if you want to win a poetry anthology, then you should drop in at Irene Latham’s lovely blog to see how she makes that possible.

I’ve been pretty busy already, on this fine April Fool’s Day, visiting and reading poetry. And now I think I’ll write a little poem:

To Sally Dog (Who Was Not Feeling Well, But Now She’s Much Better, Thank You)

Sally is my crazy dog.
She likes to chase the lizards.
She sleeps beneath my office chair,
And tries to steal my Blizzards.

She’s always there, and underfoot.
And makes me want to holler.
But life just wouldn’t be much fun,
If Sally didn’t foller.

Okay, it’s not exactly highbrow. But it is a poem.

8 thoughts on “April 1st, Not Just for Fools Anymore”

Ha! I love it! What's better than a poem about a sweet dog?! I guess I didn't know you had one! If you've mentioned Sally lately, I've sure missed it. Seems most of us writer-gals also love pets, especially dogs!

Hi Cathy,How clever and fun. I love your poem about Sally. She is such a sweet looking dog. Harley, our black lab, went to the vet yesterday. He doesn't eat Blizzards, but he does eat just about everything else.l We need to cut down on his snacks cause he's overweight. Donna

Sally is adorable. My two pups always keep me company when I'm writing, too. It's as though they know I need them.

We're a dog-loving bunch, aren't we? Becky, I've written lots of Sally Dog tales (I know-I couldn't help that one) so she's earned her keep! And Donna, ice cream is just the tip of Sally Dog's eating habits :-)(P.S. Lisa, I couldn't write today, worrying about that crazy dog. Oh, Lord-I just realized I need Sally to write!)