Show day

I'm a German Shepherd puppy,

Just starting my career.

I find it very funny,

The things I see and hear.

 

The rings are just gigantic,

As far as I can see.

I get to run my fastest,

At speeds over 103.

 

I often look behind me,

My handler is tiring fast.

Sometimes it looks doubtful,

If the poor soul will last.

 

It must be hard for handlers,

To run at such a pace.

I find it very funny,

To see their red face.

 

The judge has now said halt,

Darn good thing I think.

My handler is getting sweaty,

He's giving off a stink!

 

Oh no, here comes the awful part,

What I go through to be a star.

Hey wait just a minute,

My legs don't stretch that far.

 

My handler grabs my mouth,

Yanks it open for all to see.

The judge is counting teeth,

Didn't nobody ask me!

 

Oh look, I see my Mom,

She's jumping up and down.

The judge looked at Mom,

With a very horrible frown.

 

Now we're running round again,

The judge has yelled slow.

My Mom called my name,

But now where did she go.

 

I run my little heart out,

Everytime I hear my name.

But every time I get there,

She's gone and moved again.

 

The judge has made his choices.

Hurray, he pointed to me.

Can I please have my rosette,

I have to go out and pee.

 

The show is now all over.

I really did my best.

My handler is going home, he said,

He really needs a rest.

 

The rosette is on the mantle.

My head's on Mom's lap

I know I made her happy to-day,

Now I'm going to take a nap.

(© Carol Kufner)

 

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I would like to thank Carol Kufner for her kind permission to publish her poems on my blog.