Just Roy being random

This is one I’m working on revising. It just goes to show how random I am. I tried to put two voices in one poem. As it turned out the poem is extremely vague and well, extremely random:

http://www.roykindelberger.com/poemsideas-for-children.html

Snoopy Come Home


I never had a dog, but I lost my dog.

He was nowhere to be found.

I walked through the house in a fog,

not a sight, not a sound.

 

But I really wanted one.

Mommy won’t give me a puppy.

The weight of my want is a ton.

I even asked Daddy for a Guppy.


My eyes and heart sank,

solemn sadness, drifted through me.

I sprinted, opened the door with a yank

searched the yard, greenbelt, a tall tree.

 

Oh Please, oh please, oh please,

I’ll take a gerbil, guinea pig, or a slug.

I prey, don’t let him be in a tree.

Or leave me with a bug in a jug.


I hoped he’d come home, called his name,

hidden in a bush, an old wooden dog

on wheels, weird, but not the same.

Yet he had a name, on his collar, next to a log.

 

So what do I do, he’s not real?

Or is he? He seeks a home.

And wants me, is it unreal?

Puppy no longer has to roam.


His name Snoopy, reminding me of a garden gnome,

so I shifted, shrugged and called, “Snoopy, come home.”


My new dog is wooden, on wheels, archaic, old.

Snoopy is my dog, all mine and gold.