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I had a puppy by the name of Bubba Noe
i HAD/ a PUPP/-y BY/ the NAME/ of BUBB/-a NOE/

he WAS/ an en-CHANT/-ing LITT/-le FELL/-ow
he WAS/ a CHARM/-ing LITT/-le PUP/

for years he followed me every place I ‘d go
for YEARS/ he FOLL/-owed me EV/-ry PLACE/ i'd GO/
for YEARS/ he TAGGED/ a-LONG/ wher-EV/-er I/ would GO/

He loved running and frolicking in the snow
he LOVED/ RUNN-ing and FROL/-ick-ing IN/ the SNOW/
he LOVED/ to RUN/ and FROL/-ick IN/ the SNOW/

He was like a child galloping beside of me
he was LIKE/ a CHILD/ GALL-op-ing/ be-SIDE/ of ME/

He chased butterflies and let the cats be
he CHASED/ BUTT-er-FLIES/ and LET/ the CATS BE/

A pug was the breed he was, he was wild-n-free
a PUG/ was the BREED/ he WAS/, he was WILD/-n-FREE/
he WAS/ a PUG/ and WILD/-n-FREE/

As he aged his eyes began to fade and he couldn’t see
as he AGED/ his EYES/ be-GAN/ to FADE/ and he COULD/-n't SEE
First and fifth feet and anapests, not iambs.

His ears would soon follow, and he could hear no sound
his EARS/ would SOON/ FOLL-ow/ and HE/ could HEAR/ no SOUND/
Third foot is trochaic instead of iambic.

Still I loved my doggy even when we buried him in the ground
STILL i/ LOVED my/ DOG-gy/ EV-en/ WHEN we/ BUR-ied/ him IN/ the GROUND/
All but the last two feed are trochaic instead of iambic.

He was the most amazingly wonderful dog of any that are around
he WAS/ the MOST/ a-MAZ/-ing-ly WOND/-er-ful DOG/ of AN/-y that ARE/ a-ROUND/
he WAS/ the MOST/ a-MAZ/-ing DOG/ a-ROUND/

Now all I have of Bubba is the dirt that makes the mound.
now ALL/ i HAVE/ of BUBB/-a IS/ the DIRT/ that MAKES/ the MOUND/

Let the creativity flow from your soul!
Dave
"The Poet's Place "