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Bo and the Dreaded Bath
A poem for Creative writing
Bo was a dog of an unknown breed
With a snarl that was something to see.
But it was only the people he didn’t know
That he’d chase up the nearest tree.
He’d snarl and froth ‘til I called him off
Then his entire demeanor would change.
He’d grin real big with a snaggle tooth smile
An’ I admit that he looked kind a strange.
He’d a tuft of hair on top of his head
That simply refused to stay put.
His fur was scruffy as scruffy can be,
And he looked to be covered with soot.
His dirty appearance once inspired a bath
And I figured the task was mine.
I filled the tub to the very tip top
But when I whistled, Bo started to whine.
I called him again and old Bo ran away
With his head ducked as low as can be.
I chased him down though it took quite a while,
And I finally found him up a tree.
Then I fetched him down and I carried him off
To my mom’s bathroom right off the hall.
He put up a fight, nearly blackening my eye,
And he left some big scrapes on the wall.
Bo started to moan and bellyache and groan
Like I’d just said it was his time to go.
And I figured the best way to shut him up
Was to dump him right into the flow.
Well I stared to dump but he gave me a bump
And he ended up right on the floor.
My footing slipped and I went in his bath
While he hurriedly skittered round the door.
I tried again, my determination high
But that dog always managed escape.
In the end, not a drop had once touched his old hide,
While I ended up in a worse shape.
I only tried to bathe him once,
But once was enough times to see,
More water covered the bathroom and I,
Than it ever had covered he.