Sonnet to Rasin


Drooling on my brand new black t-shirt
Sleeping on the pure, cool, green, lovely lawn
Surely all you can do is eat lots of dirt
That and give one humongous great big yawn

My father gave you as a gift this day
When you were young you looked like a dried grape
Your best friend well, you told her to play
When you went down the street neighbors would gape

But after all you were there to comfort me
And you licked my sister when she was hurt
Although you ran away from a big bee
When you were inside you would eat yogurt

And your loving eyes have closed once and for all
The thing I shall miss most is you chasing a ball.

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