Stopping by Friends Enroute to California
Whose house this is I surely know.
I’m sleeping on their sofa, though
And did not see that table there
And so I stubbed my little toe.
Their monstrous dog must think it queer
To find a stranger sleeping near
And yet no fuss he seems to make.
Golden retrievers are most dear.
He gives his collar tags a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
And wakens me from where I sleep–
A task that is a piece of cake.
The morning’s early, dark and deep,
But now I won’t return to sleep,
for I have schedules to keep
And miles to drive before more sleep.
I hope this parody I wrote of “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” will qualify For SOCS “Shake”prompt.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Cute! Bon Voyage, Judy!
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Lovely 🥰
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Maggie had a bone shaped toy like that. Nice poem.
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My little dogs would have that bone toy shredded within the hour.
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Ha!
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I’ll bet that dog shared your bed! Mine would have.
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No it was my stepson and daughter-in-law’s dog and too big to fit on the couch with me. It slept on the floor close beside the couch, though.
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its great a fun poem and a gorgeous dog 💜💜💜
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Loved! Perfect metrics, amusing adherence to the roasted work, theme accessible to everyone bar none ~ instant subscribe, and I think I’ll forward this one to my readers with a recommendation. Have a great day!
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Oh, it’s you, Judy! Hahaha!! Go figure! I’ll wait to feature you a second time, but this is nothing short of brilliant.
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Thanks, Ana. So you have locational, facial and poetic dyslexia/blindness? ;o)
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Well, my poetic vision seems to be sound as a bell ~ but locational, facial, computational… Gaaa!
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