My Dog, Butch and Me

Oodles of noodles
And dishes and fishes
Are things I ask for
When I make wishes

Then I am off
To visit with mouses
Who all live together
In purple mouse houses

When I go seaward
To visit friend whale
We gather together
Loads of pails of snails

Often in my wishes
I travel down to swampy bog
Where I find my friend
Frankie frog on a log

Frankie is green
Yet I am not
But a better friend
I have not got

I am a kid you see
You know of course
That’s why I am wishing
For my very own horse

I wish to my horse
All speckled and striped
My horse will be orange
Yellow, blue and bright white

My dog comes with me
On my wishing day
We visit of our friends
Who invite us to stay?

But we cannot linger
For mom she’ll be worried
She always does when we roam

So before Olive Owl
Hoots high from her tree
We’ll be scooting on home
My dog, Butch and me.

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2 thoughts on “My Dog, Butch and Me

  1. Nancy says:

    I totally love the rambling of this poem, childlike and fanciful! Keep them coming, John.

  2. chris says:

    you guys are doing a great job, i know mom is excited about what you are doing with her poems. thanks for taking this intiative.
    it does make me miss mom more…..damn it.
    your sister, chris

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