My precocious dog meanders
Down in the myleio
She hops and plops and ganders
At all the dumps of snow
Her fur is long and panders
To the children down below
My loblolly dog is barking
Between the night and day
Her leash is made of sparks
As she does her best to flay
The shadows of an unknown park
Of where she likes to lay
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The prompt for this poem was to:
Use one made-up word (Myleio)
Use one made-up word phrase/combo (Leash of Sparks)
And use one word differently than it’s original meaning (Loblolly– A North American pine tree with long, slender needles)
This is my interpretation. What’s yours?
