Chel Owens tempts us, here with her terrible poetry prompt, though this one isn’t actually hers. Take a famous poem. Take each word in the first – or other line – and use those words to end the lines of your poem. Make it about your pet.
Mine takes Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s How Do I Love Thee, Let Me Count The Ways, though since no one says thee these days, I’ve subbed you for it.
How Do I Love You, Let Me Count The Ways
A Golden Shovel poem.
Dog Love Made Manifest
I do wonder HOW
I let you get away with it. I lose concentration and you go and DO
A poo. I
‘m probably listening to a podcast when some little old lady says, ‘LOVE,
He’s crapped over here.’ She expects me to pick it up. ‘YOU
Sure?’ I ask because I’m blowed if I can see it in the leaves. You’ll LET
Take the blame if I don’t pick something up. I’ve lost COUNT
Times I’ve had to pretend for you, but I always forgive you your funny little WAYS.