dirty dog

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first memory

wanting something

I couldn’t have


out with grandma

saw a toy dog

grey and dirty

lying in the gutter

I wanted him


and grandma

my accomplice

took him home

to her flat

and let me play

with him


mum came back 

from having

her hair done

little dog was seen


for the first time

my mother angry

dog was snatched away

and put up high

on a shelf

I couldn't reach


his stiff turned up toes -

they did look dirty

but I wanted him


poor little dirty grey dog

he went into grandma’s bin

and was taken away

by the rubbish men




◄ I wonder

chocolate ►


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Ann Foxglove

Wed 26th Jan 2011 06:55

Of course I did! And thanks for the comment. x

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Dave Carr

Tue 25th Jan 2011 21:11

A touching poem.
Hope you forgave them.

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Tue 11th Jan 2011 17:42

I think accomplice is fine... but, if you don't, what about "partner in crime" ?

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Ann Foxglove

Tue 11th Jan 2011 14:47

Thanks. I have edited this a bit to make the language more simple and child-like. Can't seem to lose the word accomplice though.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 11th Jan 2011 13:37

I hope this is tagged 'Childhood', Ann, to be included in the theme-based group. I don't consider it a competition, more like an interesting comparison of ideas on a topic. This is a very good poem hitting a universal 'hot spot' as always.

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Mon 10th Jan 2011 23:07

you do have a knack of taking me back there.
I had a book - I'd give almost anything now to have it - I'm sure it wouldn't be the same now, but even thinking of it - it's cover - gives me a strange & happy feeling that there are no words for. xxB

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Ann Foxglove

Sun 9th Jan 2011 20:23

Yes, the dog was both whimsical and dark! If not, grubby! Amazing that I still remember him, all those milllions of years later! Why do we remember some things and not the billions of other things? Life sure it strange!

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Sun 9th Jan 2011 20:21

We men aren't rubbish! Seriously, Ann, this treads a nice line between the whimsical and the somewhat dark.

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