She walks a dog (not anything

In the style of e. e. cummings

She walks a dog (not anything

else, but a dog) she treats him

like a dog she gave the orders

and her word is final (never did

 

the dog have a voice, dogs

don’t talk back) her affection

and attention was plead for

a puppy kiss was answered

 

with a slap on the snout and

the dog slouched out She

tells the dog his orders (if

done wrong she would cry

 

to her mother and father

for sending such a terrible

creature that is not fit for

her, but the dog loved her

 

the same The dog was not

worthy enough for a space

at the table to eat so he

would be on the floor The

 

dog couldn’t sleep next to

her and attempts to climb

into bed with her was futile

she owned him and he did

 

whatever she wants

 

Well one day she awoke

to a startling surprise

those paws were gone

so were the claws

 

and the golden hair

covering his body was gone

he awoke and stared

he had a voice

 

She walked a dog

(anything else but a dog)

Author's Note

This was in the style of e. e. cummings, one of my favorite poets. I'd rather you not try to criticize me on whether it is very similar to his style or not, I was just inspired by the way he writes.

Reviews

[Cassandra D.]

This was interesting, actually.
I've never read any work from your favorite poet, and now you have me interested.
I really did enjoy reading this poem.
It was very creative and (I mentioned this b4), interesting.