Sparky #1 - Sparky In The Parky

OllieBoyne • 1096 followers

Of all of the dogs,
Both large and small,
You’d expect at least one to be strange,
But Old Sparky,
The mighty, The barky,
Did not fit in with the range.

Yes, some dogs can jump,
Yes, some dogs can sit,
But Sparky was not quite the same,
He would shoot up and float,
And shake his glossy coat,
Every time you called his name.

Sparky would fly,
And shoot all around,
No one could hold him still
He would zoom around aimlessly,
So clueless, and shamelessly,
But would bring himself downhill…

Sparky was hovering
Up and down the park,
When all of a sudden he spotted:
A huge juicy bone.
That had been carelessly thrown,
Beautifully colourful and dotted.
Now he dived and ducked,
Through the happy crowds,
Speedily following his nose.
When he crashed into a van,
Sending flying crate and can,
And hurting himself, I suppose.

Everybody froze, and headed to help,
Poor Sparky,
Now lying there, hurt.
They tried and they tried,
And although outside,
They forgot about all of the dirt.

They began to cry,
And weep, and moan,
For they had lost Sparky, he’d fallen with an “ooph”,
But somebody near,
Shouted “Sparky, come here!”,
And he bounced up and let out a woof.

All of a sudden,
Everyone smiled,
As Sparky shot into the sky,
He flew straight to the moon,
To join his friend, the spoon,
And to Sparky, we say goodbye!