A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Saturday, May 30, 2020

The dog fell down

The dog fell down upon its breast.
Her hind legs did a sprightly jig.
She's only seventeen at best;
I fear she'll never grow as big
as personality of hers once loomed.
You will forgive, I hope, the term
of -ality and personhood,
Please be assured: hers
is well-earned.

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