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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Dog Named Bob.”
Wednesday, my mailbox day. My dog named Bob, always looks forward, for our special ride, to the nearby post.’
But this morning, he was impatient – He stood near my bed, shaking his tail, as if he was fed up.
Regardless, I knew better, not to leave my house, without a rouge, or a blush.
So it dawned on me: “Perhaps a little rouge, will chill him up!”
With my colors – my brush, by the time I was done-
My dog named Bob, looked like a bluejay bird.
When we came from the post – ready for a bite;
I rushed in the kitchen, grabbed my waffle, dumped on my plate, soaked with syrup.
Sit on my table – opened the ‘box.”
“Instead of my paint, they sent me some ink!!!”
Then my dog named Bob, walked and stood by me.
When he barked – his exact words:
“You paint my face,
Like a bluejay bird,
I guess wer’ even – Now the laugh’s on YOU!”