Poetry

This was just handed to me.

Rattlesnake
By: Ursula S. Curlin

Yelp goes the stray dog! Yip and yelp!
What in the world is making that that dog cry for help?
I hurry to the woods where the dog lay with a shake,
Then all of the sudden I look up from the dog to see a big, evil snake
I feel all poor for that dog who ends up to be in a big ache,
I get mad for a moment when the snake wants to break,
Oh, I hate that poisoning snake!
Wasn’t he smart to notice that dog?
Wasn’t he smart to locate that dog?
Isn’t he lucky he’s not a log?
Now I’ll have to take the dog to the vet,
Now I think that dog should be my pet.
Quickly the rattlesnake slithers away,
For it’s the morning time of day.