A Past Participle Poem
for My Pet Puppy
Miles. Age 7. Vancouver, BC
Originally published in December 2014.
I try to catch my puppy,
But he is very squiggly.
I grab him and try to hold him
But he always falls out of my arms.
Yesterday I caught him and was feeling really happy
Then he peed on me,
that was a big mistake
I had caught him, but I did not want him.
I like to draw my puppy
But he always eats my work.
Then I get so angry that
He runs away and do you know where he goes?
Behind me, and he bites my little feet.
Yesterday I drew him biting my feet
Soon he was eating me AND my picture.
I have drawn him at least twenty times
He is a paper-eating robot.