Saturday, 11 October 2014
New Poem: Dog
When I was a kid, we had a dog that
could wee bubbles. You didn’t have to
feed it anything special - not soapy water
or anything like that. What would happen
is that he just got into a certain kind of
mood and you’d see him wandering about
for a bit, he’d walk round in a circle and
then he would stand very still for a bit
and the bubbles would come out. You
could never tell when he would decide
to do it and you couldn’t make him do it.
It was just when he felt like it. I told my
friends that he could do it but they didn’t
believe me. Then they would come
over and I would say, ‘Jack, wee bubbles!’
but he never would. And even if one of them
came over for sleepovers, he wouldn’t do it.
So none of them believed me when I said
that he did.